Unspoken

6/6/15

My words are whispered coffins,
trapping truth and lies in
the confines of run-on
sentences and similes.

... how easy it is to speak ill of the dead...

I wander through graveyards,
fingers tracing names on headstones
that are crumbling from the time
that they have been forgotten.

... some of them seem to never have existed...

Monikers left in memories
that are fading, encased in
receding fog that disappears
without a trace.

... is there ever a point in trying to remember?

Author's Note

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