Something Died

Something died
But it left no smell
Just the mental evidence
Of a loss of life.

Something died
On Resurrection morning
When the Bone of Contention
Made an appearance

Something died
The death of acid on flesh
Stripping away, melting
Any semblance of hope:
No frivolities, no fashion,
No indulgences, no freedom...

Something died...
In me.

Chili
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Anonymous said…
Quite a melancholy piece... Nicely done though..
May 17, 2011 at 11:26 PM
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