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Dark skies

And puffy eyes

Silent cries

All for nothing

A shattered mind

Rusting gears grind

A life left behind

Does this mean something?


Hearing is bad

He's driven mad

But often he forgets

What exactly hurts him

This old man

With aching hands

Wishes for little more 

Than to remember them


These adults he can't recognize

These names mean nothing

This life was not his

Or was it...

"In this home,

This bag of bones

Is in his place"

Said the Son who meant it.

Created: Apr 19, 2014

Tags: poetry

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