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Death's Hold


They stand shoulder to shouder

Forming a circle around the casket

Heads bowed in prayer

His daughter, the smallest of all

Only wanting the return of his life

Everyone there contains grief

But the grief that I've held is different

It's mixed with hints of guilt

They don't know or understand

Watching the casket lower deep into the Earth,

I'm held in place

Trapped

I cannot move

I cannot escape

Though I want to

I want to scream

But no sound will come out

I'm still locked in place as they cover his casket with dirt

He's covered and buried deep

Another loved one taken cruelly from my life

By the powerful hold

Of death itself.

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