K.C. Ford

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To This - Poem by K.C. Ford

It all comes down to this,
a stone above my head
declaring birth and date of death.
It all comes down to a mound of earth
where mourners stand, but nothing said,
no thought to share or farewell kiss.
It all comes down to emptiness,
the vacant void, the nothingness.

Topic(s) of this poem: deaths

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Although this poem reads as prose, it does have rhyme to the enquiring eye

Comments about To This by K.C. Ford

  • Clarence Prince (7/22/2014 3:11:00 PM)

    When comes to think of it, that's all it comes down to, The vacant void, the nothingness. Well done! (Report) Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (5/4/2014 12:50:00 PM)

    It certainly does K.C. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, March 28, 2014

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