Beneath My Feet
by: Julsitos
There you are
beneath my feet
where the sky cannot
touch you
where the darkness
forever be,
and while I stand
above you
alone
to embrace nothing
but empty air
I always
remember
the days when
you stood beside me,
when you held my hand
closely.
Now, only empty air remains.
1 comment:
Death?
You know what, it bothers me a biit how I so much change. Since the time I had my duties in the hospital, i started seeing people die. and I think i got so acquainted with the process of dsying that it isn't now a very big deal when a student is covering his patient with cloth to be d"delivered" to the morgue while the relatives stare in great remorse.
Man, Im becoming a psychopath.
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