Just a frozen lake.
Just a frozen lake.
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His Last Goodbye
Who is this man that fell before he rose?
Grappled with misery and memory.
Carved in scorching sand his final countdown.
Embracing each day with hope to head home.
Unaware of soon annihilation
Made friends with a vulture who cawed sweet hymns
Spent evenings under the luminous stars
Picturing his lovers enchanting smile.
Desiring the comfort of her lips
and aching for her devoted embrace.
Questioning if she is feeling the same.
His grim hand cramped with unseen emotion
As he scribbled the secrets of the world.
Moments, memories, lessons, promises.
Demonstrating to his peers a certain
conviction so magnificent and warm.
He folded the paper and sent it home
A manila envelop sealed with pride.
But his cadaver reached her blue doorstep
Before his loving goodbye could. And now
The fallen soldier’s soul rests in blotted
black ink and lined white paper.
He almost made it.
(*Written by yours truly.)
….
Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.
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so colorful
I’ve just realized
that all of the poems i’ve written are so depressing! They all start out happy and loving and then end with someone leaving or dying. Wtf is wrong with me???
