Silently sobbing
Inside bereft
Lonley, forlorn
Everywhere ... nothing
Nothing to cling to, to hold
Coffin just sits there
Encompassing all of existence
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Nicely done Andrew. 😔..loved the last 2 lines particularly.. but also the spirit is everywhere too. ☺️