Remains

June 16, 2016 at 9:48 pm (Poems)

We all must stand up and load the fallen on our backs
We all must carry the weight of their promise
It becomes our burden when their love is cut like a rose
And it is we who lie bleeding eternally,
Unless we can find the path they so recently forged to a hopeful garden
and wrench its gates ajar.

 

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