Poetry

The House of The Dead

In the house of the dead, men pace their gray rooms behind locked gates inside barred tombs. Here they weep and pray for god to save them and release them from their pain. In the house of the dead, men walk on bare cement, they talk or read, or sit alone and suffer with regret. In the house of the dead, these luckless men will come and go, some are here for life while others in time will return to their homes. In the house of the dead, they are all the same, they are one, hopeless and lost as they walk in line remembering a day when they were young. Here they are confused and broken, as they pray and tread in the house of the dead.

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