I see in a daze
i look on in frozen pain
i look on while they pass
they pass
with your draped casket
it doesn't matter
how you left
why you had to go
you left me here
here to watch your Mass
...the glowing candles in the dark
the dancing flames
like willows in a Storm.
yes....the cold wind in the room
the frozen rivulets tears
on the stoic faces of broken hearts
how on earth do you
expect me to say goodbye.
my dear sojourer
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Sojourner
PoetryWe won't journey on forever. Someday, our dreams will cease to exist. But I believe that fantasy turns to reality- when we learn to submit- at our breaking point. We need to wake up. We can't live in fantasy
