I do not mourn,
for the dead,
I mourn for those,
still alive,
for once a last breath,
it's only death,
but for those left alive,
to lonely survive,
they are left with grief,
perhaps as well,
disbelief,
they are the tearful,
hiding behind,
crying eyes,
I mourn for those,
left behind,
in a world that can be cold,
with no one,
left to hold.
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