Voices fade
Blade of grass
deserted Answers
Right truth
She tipped her hat to me oh
I spoke Hello Mrs. Misery
Firey glance back at me her lips
opened Excuse me? It is Ms. Destiny.
Left it at that equations in my mind
had some persuasion. Turned to wave
and my friend she had wed now Mrs. Mystery
I focused a little strain in my sight.
She was already dead lowered ingraved
on her stone was the number from
her phone next to that it said
“Call me if you have any answers
you would like to leave. If I don’t
pick up well I am probably deceased.”
Oh God save the diseased.
Cold and weary.
Mr. Mystery was
always kind of
Eerie.
I walked past her stone on my
way home, slowed my glide bent downn
and picked a blade of grass.
Listening closely to the wind like
it was my only friend. Just
another choice made I heard a
soul cry. Voices fade…
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