The Dead Don't Hear You Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

The Dead Don't Hear You



The dead don't hear you

While they lay in the grave

Their parts done

‘Til the end of days

Sometimes you call

And sometimes you cry

But the dead don't hear you

No matter how hard you try

They're dead and gone

So let them go

Cold and and bone

In the dark down below

Sunday, August 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dead
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