Golgotha

As the blue night
Descends upon the land,
My soul cries out
And fails my shaking hand.

"Do you think there is
No heart of flesh
That beats deep within
This mortal breast?"

I'm left alone,
For even my tears disappear,
To die faceless and anonymous,
To meet my greatest fear.

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Originally written:    March 22, 2003
Put online:    March 23, 2003
Discussion:    "Gol·go·tha   n.   A place or occasion of great suffering" (The American Heritage Dictionary). This poem simply deals with one of my greatest fears (which I probably share with many people)--that I'll die without leaving any trace of myself behind. The death of one is inconsequential.


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