How terrible it is to Love something
That Death can touch.
There is no place for the Living
In the land of the Dead.
They do not need your sorrowful tears.
You bother them with your silent cries.
Your disturb their peaceful sleep.
Your bring them orchids...but they Love roses.
You walk in the Light,
They remain in the Darkness.
Leave.
They don't want your sympathy.
One day when
You'll become one of them,
You will understand,
What it's like
To be Dead.
You'll want to be left alone,
In silence.
But nobody will hear your silent pleads.
Then you will understand how painful it is to wake up,
And remember the ones who are alive.
The ones you once knew & Loved.
You will understand how painful it is to be sunk in their sorrow.
How painful it is to be silent, and listen to their agony.
Corpse s poem
© Copyright: Дитрих Фрэй, 2011
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