Shadow of the Broken

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Shadow of the Broken

I walk the rows

Pass the graves

See the faces of the broken,

In their hands a final token

For the one that will never be reawoken.

 

I walk the rows

Pass the grave

Think of all the memories,

Then pain just brings me to my knees

I’m the only one who sees.

 

I walk the rows

Pass the graves

Trying to hide the pain away,

But today’s a new day

I have nothing to say

Guess that’s just the price to pay.

 

I walk the rows

Pass the graves

Where has this life bought me?

Now I know, it’s plain to see

This is just how it has to be.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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