I hold my breath
feelings of the dead
painting my sobbing heart
with froathing pain
in agonizing tears
rolling down;
raking my face
Life goes by
agonizing, thus;
with crumbling present
holding the past
in eternal flight;
to repent
our lost ones
I hold my own
to feel oneness with Him
I know not from whence
Greater silence
takes a huff
In longer flames
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