Where Death Lies

There she lies, dead
O, lament the day!
Remorse burst my head
O, do not say!

It cannot be so
O, tell me not!
My pain shall grow
O, she shall rot!

I visit her grave
O, how so young!
Tears do I stave
O, my heart's stung!

I only ask, why?
O, let me die!




Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-05-26 at 00:37

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