Feast your eyes
Up above
Where Death lingers
And souls feel no love
Those old ash souls
They suffer and moan
Haunting the memories
Of those they had known
And the grey world below
Just smooth dark stone
That reach up to Death
And plead for their bones
So many life-shadows
But the ones that cry the most
Are those that come and ask
Death to make them the ghost
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PoetryA selection of poems I've written that represents my experience with depression, anxiety, and other mental health issues.
