Poem about death.

To capture time, space

All the shadows upon my face

Where does it end?

All in hope a life to spend

Generations pass and flow

All those to come reap what I sowed

What I leave, hope or pain

It will only be theirs to gain

To my knees in reality I fall

When the Spirit I denied calls

In my eyes the light does fade

Now with the shadows my soul is made

Looking down what do I see

Those left to hold what was left of me

Joy or sorrow it was my choice

Remembering the shadows that crossed my face

They are those gone before in this place

I am now a remnant left behind

I am the shadow deaf, dumb and blind


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