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I Am The Dead

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With these four walls around me
A ceiling above and floor below me
I am the dead and forgotten.

With no memories left to entertain me
No dreams left to comfort me
I am the dead and forgotten.

With no sign of life coursing my veins
No blood left to spill in blame,
I am the dead and forgotten.

With no future mapped out before me,
And a past deleted behind me,
I am the dead and forgotten.

So with a blank expression upon this face,
No desire to escape this empty space,
I am the dead and forgotten,
I am the dead and forgotten,
I am the dead and forgotten,
I am the dead....

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I wrote a piece about the forgotten, in it I spared them some revival... but I found your poem a strong response to my own. Dreams can be heartbreaking, memories too painful, sometimes too attractive, and the dead too forgotten.
"R"

Raven
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