![]() The Unmarked Grave Under a Forgetful SkyA Poem by OctoberDawn![]() Thoughts about the expiration of things we know and love, in a place we feel we cannot escape.![]()
Where does the time go,
and where does it lay? On cold autumn eve's; the skies filled with gray. Where are the shops we tarried and spoke, of the future far off, our throats filled with smoke? Now all of the windows lay cold and opaque, No words now are heard, no silence to break. Where do the friends go, and where do they lay? Their haste I don't blame, though they swore they would stay. On still Autumn nights I lay flowers and stare, at the tombstone unmarked beneath trees cold and bare. I wait for the day that I lay down and die, in that comatose town, under that forgetful sky.
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1 Review Added on September 5, 2012 Last Updated on September 5, 2012 Author![]() OctoberDawnCOAboutMy name is Criss Hill, I'm 20 and I'm from Colorado. I don't so much consciously write poetry as my heart takes control of my pen and urges me to capture a pale fragment of the beauty and heartbreak o.. more..Writing
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