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Death Of My Dreams
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The Dark Side I watched...
while silent tears,
of one-sided grief,
slowly ran in rivulets
down my cheeks.
Last rights were spoken,
but did nothing
to undo the wrongs.
DNR, written in blood red,
screamed from off
the charted page
of an empty file.
Life support was removed
and helplessly I stood,
watching,
until the life drained,
last breath was drawn
and all that remained,
was white-sheeted regret.
~~~
No mourners,
save for myself,
cared to view or grieve,
or even offer comfort
to this bereaved soul.
I sat alone,
in a high-backed,
burgundy upholstered chair,
while somber music
wafted past my ears
and parlor scents
permeated my senses.
I eulogized out loud,
speaking of wasted time,
unmet goals,
but my words only echoed back,
in the hollowness
of vacant chairs.
~~~
A lone mourner,
in single-filed procession,
unaccompanied,
I said my 'goodbye'
graveside,
as a soft rain fell
in a mingling of tears.
Tossing one red rose
and a handful of soil,
I buried my dreams,
six feet below my hopes.
