One of these moments are final,
One last word of utterance,
Sometimes goodbye, sometimes not,
Wouldn't see it coming, a goodbye.
The old story of a dog chasing tail,
Or chasing anything for that matter,
Spinning round, illogical chases,
Finally finding the holy grail.
A rag full of bleeding pieces,
Of his own heart that never grew,
Even his name sounding a loss,
Every piece charred by failure.
Nevertheless the dog dug in,
There's no bone down this place,
Nothing remotely as strong,
All bitter from yesterday's news.
There goes the only rag ripped,
The only envelope left to wrap,
Whatever's left of this mess,
Patched up by goodbyes, and okays.
Thank you for all the support over the years. Finally I've decided to let this volume come to an end. Final, is the last part. Happy reading, happy writing, happy wattpad-ing!
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
