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They're All Dead

written by: devereaux frazier



It’s over
They say
It’s over
The clouds finally part
After hours of mockery
The sun hurries back
Noticing his watch is three hours late
Enough to shed light
But not to save
The seventeen lost
On a sickening day
They came
So sudden
They came
To destroy
They came
To finalize
The day
Clouds of thick green
Sweeping over the plains
Funnels of black smoke
Trees, homes
And her heart
Did they choke
Moments piled
Upon everlasting
It seemed
The world would surely
Tear apart
Just when
You couldn’t grip
Their hands any tighter
The train pulls out
The station
But all the passengers
Are dead

devereaux frazier

devereaux frazier

Curator of his own poetry blog - marylandpoetblog on wordpress, Devereaux is also a regular contributor to Blood Into Ink, sharing his stories about survival and overcoming adversity. He’s also a Guest Barista for Go Dog Go Cafe, a collective of writers in the online community.
His work is regularly featured on SpillWords.com, where he was nominated for the May Publication of the Month in 2017. You can also find him on Literary Arts Review and Teen Ink, the latter of which published him in their monthly magazine in 2016.
When he’s not working as an Active Seller at IKEA Baltimore, Devereaux can be found reading or interacting with readers on his various platforms, mainly WordPress and Instagram. Reaching new readers and connecting with poets and writers across the web is one of the reasons why he writes. There’s no use in writing if it can’t be shared to uplift and inspire.
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