White Washed Grave Poem by Ben Bergeth

White Washed Grave



I'm letting myself go
in this apathy
I feel toward myself
and all the words against others

I could care
less for me
than for you
Care isn't there

My heart is empty
and the sun is turning
his back on me
there is no more light to shed

I've not been out of my cave
of solitude in quite sometime
and I can't see
oh so clearly

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Ben Bergeth

Ben Bergeth

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