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The Valley of Corpses

So many tears—unshed

Around the valley of corpses

Where grow little blooms of white.

I would gather thousands of such flowers.


I brought a rose to the skies,

For nothing grows in Heaven.

I open my heart to it,

And everything else dies.


You did for him what you won’t do for me.

You speak of me as though I’m not there.

To lie still is the only gift I can give

With the suffering silence of my speech.


I need to see a lovely sight,

But the sun shines today;

Hiding all thought of a perfect gloom—

To be concealed. To just dissolve.


Let there be life—life no more.

I’ll be buried long before you know

That I was home this whole time;

Just trying to sleep…


© 2021 Marten Hoyle
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