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Jun 2018
I look around me
I find myself in a graveyard
There are people walking aimlessly
The way they walk
The way they talk
Makes me wonder if I too am dead
Their eyes robbed from light
Pulled, plucked by a bird without wings
Their lips
That once danced with smiles and anticipation
pulled down by the weight of their regrets
Their legs
That could once carry them to everything they could dream
Shaking with every step
I watch them tiptoe as if they are playing hide-and-seek
Hide-and-seek with the things that led them here perhaps
I look around me longer
And realize that I know their faces
I wander, I wander, I wander
Until the names of these faces are before me
They are etched in stone
I find myself in front of a line of tombstones
Lined up like broken soldiers waiting for their fate
I read the names of every person I know out loud
Until I can no longer mutter a word
I need to find my way out of here
Before I wonder too long
And find the tombstone with MY name on it
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   Austin Ryskamp
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