Time Of Mourning

Softly spoken whispers

Implore inside my head

Sorrow cascades me

In morning of the dead

Time taken in grieve

No one really understands

Tears fall into puddles

Some brushed away by hands

Depicted by sorrow

I'm standing looking down

No one can take away this given frown

Six feet under

Bin here now gone

Left in solitude

As time caries on

What were once thoughts

Is now a distant memory

In these desperate minds

Is the end of a story

Still, I stand

Wind blowing all around

Silent is the voice

A touch never to be found

Six feet underground

People Gathered all around

Dressed in black

With eyes to the ground

As a tear falls down

As a tear falls down

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