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The cold water
collects around my bare thighs.
The damp feel of this place
is a comfort to my cold dead body.
I wade through the water
to reach its center.
Light does not penetrate
into this teal green realm.
Everything is so surreal
The old gnarled oak trees
reach out to grab
at my naked form
with long withered fingers,
covered over the years
with long blue mossy tendrils
hanging almost to the ground.
The muted voices of spirits,
still hovering over the place.
Call me and bid me to stay
become one with the past.
I do not fight these calls
From the dead
they call me to sleep
now and forever
with them, the peaceful sleep
of nothingness,
of non existence.
Only a memory or a tear
in the eyes of those
that remain.
