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Souls Scattered Like Ashes

My soul is scattered

Like ashes in the wind.

Gray, dry, gaunt

Drifting aloft


On a cold,

Cloudy day speckled with

Drops of rain and

Long shadows dancing on


The burnt embers that have lost their glow and

Chased by the howling and cheering and

Jeering of faces with glee that a

Life is smothered and a soul is lost.


Unknown,

Unwanted,

Forgotten, and

Forsaken


There is nothing but death and

The stench of failure that

Strains at the irony of

Eking out the one refrain


That never forgets the

Last two syllables of the

Last measure of the last line of the

Last plea that hovers in the night ...


Amen.


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