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no messiah complex here 
Read more from this authorby Jack T Marlowe


it's always sad
when a friend dies
prematurely

especially when
they keep pretending
to be alive
still breathing

while the suffocating
weight of sorrow  
lies heavy
on your heart

and you discover
there's no point in
rolling away the stone
when your Lazarus
isn't looking for a savior

it's hard enough
carrying your own grief
without taking on
someone else's burden
and it can't be done
anyway

all that we are
left with, really
are simple miracles
to perform:

to dust off our
boots and keep
walking, while  
trying not to
think about it
too much

for you and i
life remains
to be lived

and as for the dead--
if they come back--
their resurrection
will happen on
their schedule
not ours.




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