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Dearly Departed
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Personal- Melancholy I dug holes around me,
burying the past,
laying to rest
thoughts since forgotten.
I mourned over the loss
of beloved memories,
overlooking how
hope abandoned me.
I wished for ghosts
to reach out to me
from their graves,
haunt me awhile.
But spirited beings
stayed entombed,
leaving me to lament
about my loneliness.
Still, I was thankful
to have saved my own
skin though I was no
less dead than they:
Pale flesh pulled over
a pile of collected bones,
a stench permeating
from my empty lungs.
I dug holes around me
to fill the void inside.
