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by Nicholas Kerst Mar 30, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
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.