Another One Gone!
The constantly leaving,
the empty with haste,
is cutting and ragged
and seems such a waste!
We all wait the exit,
that place cold and black,
where we stand in straight order,
with no going back!
Those left behind
move forward with sigh,
filled with hollow and sadness,
just waiting to die!
Joy Weare.
1st August, 2006.
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