I saw him for the last time today,
Teary-eyed, we caught ourselves in a hurried embrace,
He was leaving me,
Anger should have rushed through my veins,
Even then, I couldn't help but feel struck,
By the warmth of his touch, as it filled my heart with mixed sorrow,
Through his hooded eyes, I saw the fear he was trying to hide,
I burst into a mournful howl,
Could I feel anything but pain,
As I saw him take his last breath,
I saw him for the very last time.
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Crusts after Dark.
PoesiaA collection of my emotions woven into poems. Wanting to express a few pearls of wisdom, of fear or even love, which would as well be crushed under the ruthlessness of today's society. . . . . . So, grab a cup of coffee and read away! :)
