Tuesday, 23 August 2016

Struggle of an old man sat on a bench

We don't just die
It takes longer
there's no sweet release
depending on how long it takes to be found
dead found on the toilet
discovered under the sheets
under a bridge
down alley ways or behind bins
we're buried by our loved ones
burnt to nothing
turned to dust
some left to fester
rot and return to mush and dirt
walking away
there part done
no blood on their hands

We don't just die
once former loves
those that loathed us
Then we sale our ship
looking out to sea

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