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Sirens Call

A poem reminding us that death comes for us all at any hour…

The streets are empty but the sirens call
It’s a sound that won’t let you down
Comforting; alone or together we fall
Death will be our only crown
Why are we even strangers at all
Bound to shadows and a frown
Why do you always make us crawl
Until we’re all ghost in this town

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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