chris bryz
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Blooming Gloom Renounced
One with the earth, the soil is calling
Whom is facing towards the grave, now still,
Is stricken into a shackled will
Without a clue to where she has fallen
The darkness approaches as absentia submits
A wallowing pity to a stagnant growth;
Maybe flowers will bloom from this spot of earth
Or grubs may find her corpse through the casket
Whether it’ll be her bones for a beauty scripted
With a vintage year, or scribbles that score
The days of her lingering here, she will begin to fade
These walls exposed to a dead silence are only lifted
By placid thoughts that are conjured to adore
The memories of her; now alive, as she has returned
chris bryz 