Toys, mugs and letters dress this stoney garden

In lines that would not impress a cold, gnarled sargent

Stones stagger around like crooked teeth

Adorned with names, chocolates and festive wreaths

The view is long, sprawling forever

Lost but knowing in its endevour

The living are still, smiling through their solemness 

Clutching Birthday cards with Christmas sadness

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Location unknown

No flesh or meat on the bone

Bereft of all comforting thought

This isn't what I was taught

I once knew a place

Where I knew every face

Now cold and dark

No warmth and no spark

I travel around in the void

Wondering round like a lost boy

And although I am able

Fully trained yet maimed and unstable

A ghostly belonging

Of betrayal ...

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