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  • Writer's pictureAmy Frank

Souls



Silent souls mourn at night

Through wanting tears I feel their fright

Between the hills and valleys vast

These are souls of present and past.

Between the headstones, unmarked rows

My quiet tears will softly flow

Water through the skin will seep

My soul is lost in thousands deep

And every step is oh so brave

Every step is to my grave

Every sorrow I do know

Is mixed with those from long ago

Every breath that I take

Keeps me from my stone graved fate

And every soul around me cries

And asks me why I want to die.

#Sorrow #Plea #Poetry

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