dwelling in pain
I can no longer feel
buried deep
cold as steel
beneath roots of oaks
you cannot resuscitate
what hasn’t died
playing make believe
behind sheets of lies
will not hide the view
breathe in deep
and hold it there
taken under
behind a stare
your essence hangs
climb aboard
that morning train
all returns are lost or buried
never in vain
residing in the heart

“you cannot resuscitate what hasn’t died” powerful poem
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