#968117 added October 19, 2019 at 1:33pm Restrictions: None
Autumn Analogy
Who In This Hell Knows
Purpose
Dying like the leaves of Autumn
Yearning renewal
Know
That's for someone else
Believers, maybe
Brothers and sisters I'll never meet
Until we die
Scattered, cluttered
Together.
Not an accurate analogy.
We seek the heavens
Not the ground.
Decay is hell?
No. We,
The purposed
Give of ourselves
So others learn
From the beauty
And torment
Of living and dying
Together
But apart.
Until we meet
Unceremoniously
At the burial ground...
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