I sigh,
it draws out with my final breaths
as blood seeps from my wounds, perfect circles, shot through me.
saltwater, droplets fall, turning pink
as they mix with that life giving crimson
and I'm cold, as I feel a golden warmth press into my cheeks
and I open my eyes
seeing myself laying still.
I look up, and see your face,
joined by the others,
and I can't help but choke back a sob
and I can't bear to look you in the face,
because I know I have failed you,
failed my mission.
As I reopen my eyes, I hear you.
I try not to listen as you tell me it's okay.
that I did well.
that I'm safe now.
I don't deserve those kind words, and as I feel myself rising higher still, I feel guilt eating at me.
I don't deserve this kindly peace after my death.
but as I gaze up at your smiling faces
I feel nothing but gratitude, at having a chance
to live on with you still
as we reach our new home
above the clouds, immortalised amongst the stars.
YOU ARE READING
~ Poetry Book ~
Poetry⚠️these poems cover sensitive topics, such as character death.⚠️ they are meant to be sad. this is a warning, so don't get mad at me if you get upset by the nature of these poems. you have been warned.
