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Justification
What nonsensical act has graced the shadow of this man?
The blank stare emitting through hopeless eyes,
a frown permanently affixed upon his blue lips.
Warm blood has been spilt, leaving only a cold shell.
What is one to think in such situations?
Feelings of sorrow and solemn regret,
or the chill of depression as it crawls through your spine to the mind?
Did he lead a good life?
What did he accomplish with it?
…what did he leave unfinished?
Such matters are of no concern, really.
When you pass through the door, you resign
and move forth towards the next path:
Death is just another adventure in our journey.
I told you I'd critique a poem of yours eventually. So I'm doing that now. I really like this poem and the concept of it. I like the first line. It flows so well. Good job.