Earthen Despair

by Owen Foreman
(Stanley, New Brunswick, Canada)

The smell of light deprived earth, so many memories, deaths in the family, your best friends, hated enemies, all return to the earth, the wet stench rises from the freshly dug grave, a casket lowered downward to its cold stony embrace, its dull scent a tantalizing mixture of fungus and death, tears falling to the ground, soaked up by the earth, despair brought us here, grief sustains us, a funeral of our love for them, the dead, become a part, the smell of grave dirt is not a pretty one but it brings back so many memories. So many gone from our world donate to its acrid odour, something we all know and will someday be a part of.

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Oct 31, 2010
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Oct 12, 2010
by: Anonymous

reallly good. . . . judges read THISSSS

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