Rested on an excruciating surface
Surrounded by an uncanny weather
Trapped by four walls
Pinned down onto cold bed sheets
Awaiting on the unexpected
His legs trembled as they flew in the moisture air
Lips turned blue as a cold sense drove by his veins
A crisp of blizzard thoughts roaming his mind
Icy shiver ran through his blood
A sudden blare arose
Machines beeping as he started to seize
Souls neighboring his wave
People chattering over his head
He opened his eyes to last see the light as one shouted upon his name
Feelings, emotions, memories all floating away in the behold of thin air
All to be left, a sculpture with no insides
His memories will stay upon
His achievements to be recalled
His name to be remembered
For, it was his end of a lovely story
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Poetics
PoetryPoetry. The hidden art behind its words, The expression, the emotions and the feelings. The beauty that lies inside its lines, and the deepness that lies within it; takes us to another reality, one that lies upon mysteries and wonders. Poetry, a b...
