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 Dec 2017 jas
Jordan Gablehouse
The room fell silent
None but the def could speak
And for a short time i could feel the stillness of my chest
Become a blanket for my fears
The room was a pale white
Stained in the corners with an ungodly red
Death was encroaching

2 days had gone by
And yet somehow i knew that this time
There was no time
That moonlight meant uncertainty
And sadly the sunshine meant the same

Finally we gathered
Black suits
Black dresses
Heavy hearts our quiet discontent filled the room

A man walked to the alter
His clean black shoes clacked passing the church pews
On his way through the dis heartened mass
He began to speak of my father
And the room fell silent
Only the def could speak

— The End —