Why Thursdays Shouldn't Exist (An Elegy, no not a Eulogy)

by Nameless_And_Shamed

Published October 17, 2005

A new disease
Not in the books.
An unmarked grave
Lost in a field of names.
Caught without an imprint.
In an abyss of forgotteness.
Sealed, closed inside
A rotten coffin.
In the end, the lush green
Grass grows over dirt
And makes it look
As if no one
Is locked
“Six feet under.”

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Muse
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Muse commented Comment · Oct 17, 2005

Certainly well written..I like it. Don't really have much to comment on sorry, except that it's good. Ah well. Nice work..

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AngelBaby88 commented Comment · Oct 17, 2005

HA HA I found you (lol) Didnt I already read this one.
Jaylynn



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— Helen Keller