No More To Say
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The dankness hangs like a horse thief
As marbled walls echo with grief
In this castle of polished stone
The loved are lain and turned to bone
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The far-off tolling of a bell
Breaks the silence where quiet dwells
A soul with faith may well be saved
But interred here, the body’s grave
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A bench to sit and contemplate
Staring at our own promised fate
What is it we have come to say
Before we, too, meet our last day
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Browned flowers droop from caring urn
They hold the truth that we must learn
When whom we love cut from our hearts
That is when the real dying starts
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I visit once your final rest
Living on will be quite the test
Without you near my spirit cries
My love in drops fall from my eyes
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Though I knew you would someday die
It is still hard to say goodbye
When I leave, I will not return
No more to say, no more to learn
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
tragic and beautiful
Thank you, Beth!
As usual Brad you work is so lovely.
Thank you, Joni! Congrats on all your success!
Real, raw, tragic, emotional… You have always had a way of tugging on my heartstrings. This is hauntingly beautiful. I’m enjoying your selections during spooky season so far!!
Thank you, my dear friend. I think you have spooky fever!
Brilliant, beautiful and tragic… perfect ingredients for a poem. Excellent work my friend!
Thank you, Francisco!
Always a pleasure!
Going back to the routine doldrums of life has to be one of the biggest challenges after we lose that special someone.
Like playing solitaire with 51 cards. Thank you, Pete!
Great work. Wish we could sit down and talk about this one.
I appreciate that thought. I would enjoy that.