Entombed

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As a shadow of what use to be
Imprisoned by time and can’t be free
How I wish the sun could grace my face
And the gentle wind, my hair displace
Alas, mine is not of life so blessed
Deep in darkness my head does rest
With no light to share this forsaken place
I make no sound for you to trace
Alone, I lie entombed in stone
As nothing more than dust and bone

 

J M Lysun

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