I refuse to believe
The “Dead”
Are actually dead!
How many lost souls wandered streets
So bleak that they appeared dead
While living?
No dirt confirms to me
That a soul
So dear
So loved
Could be gone.
Does anything ever really die?
Are we all not
Just drifting dust
Souls of certain magnetic pull
Never to be truly lost
Never to be truly
“Dead”
RIP My friend
Tho I know you’re never far away
Hearts remain tied
To this plane
While you lend your wings
To a greater cause.
No love lost
Only gained
You always say hello to me in the rain
About the Creator
Joshua Nash
I write songs, stories, scripts, and poems. I’ve been the guitarist and drummer for the band Black Tabs since 2010. I’ve lived in Boston, Austin, Nashville, Charlotte, Rhode Island, Germany, and now reside in Myrtle Beach, SC.
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