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FORGET ME NOT, a poem by Courtney K. Sheehan, USA
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Courtney K. Sheehan, USA
FORGET ME NOT
Across the way is a forest of stone Beneath it is many a dry dead bone Epitaphs scrawled on eroded graves Are as forsaken as cold empty caves A howling voice carried on the north wind Scuttles lonely over the deceased sinned Stone borrows fading light of westering sun Which tints it blood red till night is finally won All day's heat seeps from the stone's pores As twilight ends and evening star soars Bright and piercing in the quickly settling dark As forgotten stories evanesce with the song of the lark Dimming light contorts stones into menacing shapes Of formidable ghostly foes enshrouded in capes But all they wanted was their stories to be heard In a world that forgot them with funeral speaker's last word.
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