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Despair

Sad.... Dark....Cold.... Everyone moving slow at a snails pace- As if all movement is leaving their feet. Gloomy...dark faces...all around me... Faces..known and unknown alike.. Reminicing over what used to be. Choir dressed in white and Gold robes... Leading a sad..dark..slow procesional. "Going up Yonder"... sung in the distance. A familiar face buckles at the weight of sorrrow... Finally, the sound of quiet, as everyone retreats. With their memories of what once was.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 9/24/2011 10:01:00 PM
oh, my how sad this is. I love how you create that sad atmosphere in your poem.
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