Voice From the Grave


Voice From the Grave

Sharp as knives, I heard the voice,
Rattling, prattling empty words,
“She’s been calling me,” he rasped.

That voice, that vacuous vapid voice!

Explosive as a bomb, the silence imploded,
Blinking, thinking dreadful thoughts,
Blacker than the blackest black hole, they pulled me.

To the grave, the gravity of the grave!

Dawn in hell, I saw her face,
Contorted, sordid, desperate eyes,
Frozen with terror from the impending doom –

The doom of truth! -- Truth killed me for free!

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