DEATH Poem: Standing in this Graveyard, by Anne Bascom

I know what I should feel
But my eyes are dry and dusty
And the sunset is surreal
I swear I’m not a psychopath
I swear that I can feel
I picture you a monster
That’s what you ought to be
But monsters don’t hold hands
Monsters don’t cry and flee
You’re better off not human
You’re better off apathetic
I’m better off weeping and screaming
I’m better off pathetic.

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