[cool wall of death]

With my ear pressed against
the cool wall of death,
a hugging calm
settles over my body.
You all stand around
looking
full of fear.
One steps forward
with a quiet no,
bug eyes.
At the gate, beckoning,
you turn, run away.
Alone now I sit,
watch you all go
like children
by the fear of god.
My thumb in my mouth,
blanket clinging,
I sleep
with my ear pressed against
the cool wall of death.

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dark, poem, poetry, death, gothic and goth