After all I have seen and all I have felt
To think that I will be nothing more than
Remains of dust and bone
A forgotten name engraved in stone
Perhaps, the honor would be given to fire
Blackening ash on a funeral pyreA/N: No pun intended with the title guys.
Get it? EnGRAVEd?
*Crickets chirping*.
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Okay, I am going to leave now
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Foreigners of Reality | Poetry
Poetry❝If we are made of the same energy created in the Big Bang, and have existed ever since, why do we still feel like foreigners of reality?❞