Mere Death

She said that she couldn't feel her heart

The air was so frigid that day

And the willows branches hung so low

They sobbed in the quiet wake of the world

There were words that lingered in the wind

Soft whispers of dreams that were mutilated

The sun was masked behind the iced clouds

This infliction was beyond futile

The water glittered in agony

The dying earth was turning grey

Bitter segments of memories flickered

Dying out like a candle on a shoreline

The intensity of mere death

Lay at the hands of the invisible.

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