How does it feel to be in a morgue?
The stench of death,
the cold air of despair.
No sound, no light, no life.
Dead bodies await their final call,
families repelled by the sight.
How do I feel in my morgue?
The stifled cries,
endless shattering of feelings.
The last rays of hope,
are you there? I don’t even know.
I sit quietly with a happy mask on,
my family repelled by the sight.
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