Close Caskets Poem by wallace eaton

Lifeless breath escape the physical form of a yet adulthood developed youth, who direction was mis-led by that false father-figure placed in a house hold of confusion, robbed of the ability to express his growth, lost his ability to express his idea's and force to remain silent forever and eternally.Time has subtracted the lifeline of a positive attitude towards life.Arose again, as life is given, it is taken, like vanishing dust blown from the surface of an antique dresser or saw sand that's wiped away from fresh cut pine wood.Burried away are new born charteristics of a human not yet shown to the world,6 feet becomes a resting spot for all remaining parts of the body.So each thought remain apart, which are connected through life itself and time again stand still.Silent darkness, blackens a possible future focus or plan for a family life long sorrow, gathered by a tearful unity.Open casket displays what was, but no longer exist.That end of a road, less traveled, that voiceless cry no longer developed into reality.Sweet smell of fresh cut roses filter the outer layers of a box design as a resting bed for motionless life figure.It's water resistant steel cover protects as if perserving last minute images shared like some type of transparent glass window, polished to perfection. 1 0f 2