Candice Renae Williams - A Corpse

A constant throb of heartache echoing through my mind,

Distance between realities,
Closes as the moment falls...
A steady path of never-ending life,
Surely, I am losing my reason,
Common human frailty is in focus.
In-humane my pain becomes,
it sadly seems to be,
A forgotten seed of regret.
Sorrow in short is a lie.
How can I weep for a
Corpse unknown to me?
As a child I once pondered
to observe the soul that is now replaced by this cold sightless shape.
But now older with the wisdom that comes with age
I can no longer fathom a less unalienable degree of normal reliable feelings.
My pain is forgotten
amongst the predominant usual human flaw.
The importance of this figure
draped, for the seeing eyes, in a loosely pieced shroud of gray,
I no longer remember.
Lessons in a heartbeat flash with futile pleas
As is the reality one simple mind can not even hope to comprehend
A tear will not shed itself
For this sorrow I do not bear.
Why does this death not tempt me?
Give a reason for an enhanced version of the saddest woe.
Why does it forsake me?
Leave me pity within this sufficient lack of pain
A bothersome cover for regret,
This aching feeling of loss seems.
Still, pity is found more useful
subtly, now,
beneath a reminiscing dying spark of memory.

Candice Renae Williams

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