Never ever did I think of dying alone...!
Never again shall my breath be borne
Glimpsing into the deserted chamber
Not me but remnants soaked in amber
Perhaps a sigh your breath will spill
Perhaps you'll trample some restaurant bill
Amid the ashes yet again
A restive dilettante dying in pain.
Time-equipped with sickle and blade
Hastily mends the heart that bled!
In forgetful remembrance-lees of past
Rusted passion makes love with dust!
2 comments:
In todays world when anyone writes anything and call it poetry or literature, you are among those few who can really shape thoughts in words.
Please keep writing.
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