Poem about having lost a loved one and all the baggage that goes along with that.
When you’re lying in your grave
I will come to you and say
All that you have done to me
Is in that hole with you.
I stand here looking down
And all I see is hollow ground
No soul remains to torture me
Just bones under foot and memories.
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