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Crumbling to Ash MAG
All that burns must crumble to ash,
All that speaks must once fall to silence.
All that is glass must finally smash,
And all who love must have guidance.
All that lie must finally tell the truth,
All that cry must soon have dry eyes.
All that muse over must submit to their youth,
She who dies will irrevocably rise.
All that deplore must transcend in time.
All that manifests must disguise.
All that lay bare will surrender to crime,
all who deny will demonise.
All that cease must have once endured.
All that console must depress,
All at peace must have fought war.
She who conceals must confess.
All that crawl must walk once more.
All that scavenge will find what they're looking for.
All that try will try yet again,
All who say eleven can do it in ten.
All that rebel will eventually obey.
All that builds up will release.
All that surrenders will allay,
She who dies will be put to peace.
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I wrote this piece a few months ago, directly after recieving the news that my mother had committed suicide. My focus for this poem is that every action has a equal and opposite reaction, and my inspiration for it was that my mom had been an avid smoker, and the irony that she would become a jar of ashes. I hope that people going through similar situations can relate to this poem and feel inspired by it.