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Evening of May 6th

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Published: May 7, 2013

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Evening of May 6th

That night, the wind was high

Higher than anyone had known

It shook the dwellings all around

And left rubble where it had blown

It howled like rabid dog

It made everyone run indoors

Or climb o'er the refuse it had strewn

Yet I lay silent in my room

I listened to the wind

It carried my soul aloft

And washed clean my mind

Suddenly I was no longer where I lay

It seemed that I was many miles away

I had left that crowd behind

An hour seemed to pass before

I awoke, lying on my bed

My eyes closed, my ears blocked

Not one heavy thought was in my head

Now I sit to write these lines

Yet my soul seems to lag behind

---Am I still alive, or dead?

A new poem written uncertainly from the viewpoint of the undead, except that his conclusion is the last line.

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