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here lie the horrid pieces of poetry. may they forever rest in peace in hell for all of their cheesiness.

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(view spoiler)[Dark-
everything is dark.
From the clothes-
to the sky-
to the
locked
up
ashes
of a woman long gone,
n e v e r
to return.

Tears-
everyone has tears.
So w h y ?
Why can’t they form in my eyes?

A woman I hardly knew,
a life I’ll never
see
again.

W h y ?
Why
am I here?
They tell me
it’s for you.
They say the loss of a friend-
the death
of a companion-
is too much for you to handle.
I understand.

But w h y ?
Why
Do I only feel
guilt?

No-
the guilt,
the pain,
the regret-
it
is
not
for
that.

I wish I could take them back.
Those words-
those feelings-
those horrible
horrible
thoughts-
they are all I remember in that moment.
I was never there for you
until
now.

You just
wanted to be a good grandmother.
And
I returned that
by only making your
life
harder.

No-
I wasn’t always rude.
But in that moment,
all I can remember
are the cold
words
words that brought
only
disappointment.

And now-
now
all I see
is sadness
in your eyes.
Hidden behind your smile,
seen in your murky blue eyes,
spinning around like a kaleidoscope.

I wish I could take them back.

But
I
c
a
n
‘
t . (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[the white
grey
and brown speckled bird

is perched
upon the rust
speckled chair

it’s feathers,
dirty from
the damp sand,
sway
and ruffle

in the breeze.
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the small
wooden doll sits
on the back shelf,

its painted on
head
contaminated with
the dust
of time.

it’s surface
once was smooth
but now,
the bright swirls
and symmetrical flowers
of the russian
nesting doll

are
faded to
a musty
murky
remnant
of the past
it once
held. (hide spoiler)]

    
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Today, the weather finally seemed to go with my mood- my mood and that of several others currently standing in the mall courtyard tucked into the center of the church. The sky seemed to on the verge of tears with its misshapen blobs of clouds creeping together with crooked seems that blocked out the bright blue sky and shut the happiness in the light behind a solid cement wall. My eyes found themselves trailing down from the dome of grey above us, and son the dark object the settled on was not the sky, but instead the ashes of ---- ---------, my grandmother's best friend. (hide spoiler)]