My Voice Close In Hand Poem by Joshua Bantum
My Voice Close In Hand
In Death lyes true escape
from all fantasies once dreamt of.
Dwelling thoughts of lovers that we've never kissed
Drinks never had
And roads never walked
come poignantly to its end
and you
are finally still,
With your voice in hand
sprouting towards the silent trees
They whispering of the lagacy you've lived
apart from them,
and how happy they are to have you again
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