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Laid to Rest
All these numbers echo in my head
Deciding what the cost is when I'm put to bed
These never ending trials as I'm put to the test
My things left behind who among you can be the best
These accidents, unstable, chaos will be your end
The demons, the angels who want your head, I send
To take you to the ashes, the fire for you to tend
Your morality, your psyche i will bend
With the darkness, the tortures, the embers fly
To this terrible place, you'll never say goodbye
Deciding what the cost is when I'm put to bed
These never ending trials as I'm put to the test
My things left behind who among you can be the best
These accidents, unstable, chaos will be your end
The demons, the angels who want your head, I send
To take you to the ashes, the fire for you to tend
Your morality, your psyche i will bend
With the darkness, the tortures, the embers fly
To this terrible place, you'll never say goodbye
Published 9th Dec 2018
Author's Note
A short poem I wrote after my father died a few years ago.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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