(01/19/1990 / Houston, TX)

To The Fallen

Upon this beautiful web of lies
I sleep and rest my head
Unbeknownst to all the other
The me they knew is dead
He died nearly five years ago
In the exact spot that I lay
And the last words he uttered were
I shall find peace upon this day

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this is beautiful! I love it
A beautiful poem both in sentiment and construction
Very nice poem. I think I would edit it: The me they knew is dead (I would take out 'that' in the beginning of line 4.)
The others are right. A fine poem.
Very good and I can relate to it but don't think I could have expressed it so well.Gillian Commerford
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