The Gravestone
There you lie, a stark reminder,an obelisk amongst the flowers,
you're a blunt force, striking my skull.
Those gilded letters,
chosen for eloquence,
only emboss the sting
and do nothing to dull the pain.
I see nothing of her.
Only you, mocking,
playing my reflection,
in the polished marble.
It does nothing to dull the pain.
I hate you.
For reminding me why I'm here,
You don't change anything,
You personify nothing,
just cold hard marble,
Yet you put me on edge.
And it does nothing to dull the pain.
But I'll be back next month.
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Written on 2011-09-15 at 10:03
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