The Unquiet Dead Poem by Brian Taylor

The Unquiet Dead



The Unquiet Dead
seek their Peace
on the ever-spinning Wheel,
within a world where they just lease
the small part they can see and feel.

And what they see and feel still grieves them.
And what they think is real deceives them.

Although the Suffering is real.
Although the Suffering is real.

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