Dead Men Tell No Tales

Dead Men Tell No Tales

A Poem by Kinsey

Rotting in the ground, sitting there for an enterity. No movement no sound. Rats chew on the bones. No casket. This body a vessel that used to hold a life, now rotting. No way to tell its story, no way to tell how they died. No way to get revenge on their killer. Forever stuck, until unearthed by someone or something. But still no way to find out what happened. Another puzzle unsolved. But as they say the living can not tell the deads tales. As dead men tell no tales themselves

© 2017 Kinsey

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Added on June 13, 2017
Last Updated on June 13, 2017
Tags: tales, poem, Dead




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