The Junction
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The Junction

Suicide of a friend

“To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.” Sylvia Plath

Photo by Stormseeker on Unsplash

A faint whiff of truth pervades
my washed out mourning
on this, your death day.
Those words ‘death day’ terrify me,
make me realise it is the finality
that separates life from death.
You and I have known each other
for nigh on 60…

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John E Marks

John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can