Door To Death

by Nicholas Kerst   Mar 30, 2005


My family tree,
Its roots have died,
And has been burned to the ground.
My well of life,
It has run dry,
And caved in without a sound.

My eternal light,
Its bulb has blown,
And glass now litters the floor.
My lifelong journey,
Ended alone,
I bleed as i walk to the door.

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