the void

I learned at a very young age. Not to grieve. There is a cycle to life,

You live, you die

What you touch in between is all

You ever are.

The glory dies with you

No matter the age

The wealth

The pomp and

Circumstance

You aren't remembered quite

As you lived

There's a certain martyrdom

That comes with your demise

Shrines go up

Or they come down

However the case may prove

And life goes on.

Your tears, they're mocked

Ridiculed and thus we learn

Not to feel

The numbness sets in

Overtakes you

And you reach into the void

Praying for pain

For happiness

For content

For anything you can feel

If you are missed

It is a silent sort of longing

Despair

Is weakness here

Graves go untouched

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