dreaming of the dead

Dreaming of The Dead.
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There is some
Love so vast
and profound
that when lost
it serves as A
murderer of
The Soul in Want..
tearing away the
very essence of
Ones Heart, and
making a Devil
of an Ideal supposedly
born from Angels.

With such loss
comes a Madness
known only by
those who have
lost ..A festering
insanity in the mind
which makes any
instance of happiness
impossible, because
the Face of Death
touches every Lovers
Smile.

You see the Dead
in Everyone...
Hear the Dead in
Their Words...
and no one is a
Person..they are
The Dead..
The Dead you
Lost.

Cliche's do nothing
to abate the sorrow
creeping..felt awake
but more when
sleeping..and the
thought of Joy becomes
an INSULT to the
Dead!
_

You do not wish
to Live, but fear
Death more...
the possibility
of stillness, or
worse another
Sorrowed shore!..

(consumed by
Phantoms in your
Head.)


And so you pace,
and sit...and fret,
and ARE the Dead..
haunted by an Absence
in your mind forever
creeping..which is
with you always
while awake..
but most of all
when sleeping.

(dreaming of the
Dead.)

j.stephen.h.