A Slow and Painful Death

I came home for awhile,

or at least to the place

which had once been home,

but now,

was nothing more

than a distant memory;

I came searching for a life,

and answers to questions,

lying hidden deep inside,

but instead, all I found was death,

and even greater questions,

for which the answers are neither known,

nor is there any desire

for them to be so,

as I left

no closer

than the day I arrived;

this place was dying

a slow and painful death.

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