Some Things Never Die

I love this poem. Maybe it’s because I relate to the passing away part… maybe it’s because somethings I’ve chosen in my life I know will never die. Writing and leaving my mark on this world with my art will be here after I am gone. The joy, the pain, the memory and experience will be here even when I am not for the read to bear.

The Stories In Between

Through these caverns

An echo mourns

The passing of a life

Wrought with hope

And the illusion

Of significance

A wordless meaning

Left hanging on

The final stroke

Of a pen

That still bleeds

Even without

The hand

To release

Its suffering

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