The good he did will haunt him
The bad he did shall save him
For all that matters are latter to none
Gone is his tickling voice of appeaser
Spreading around aroma of joy
Faded he's ,
Leaving behind decades of solitariness.
My mind bears his soul
Which my eyes had forsaken
Kindling past glories we shared
glories of fallen Future
Ablaze was his presence
Taming contactabilty
Docile was his soul
To my hallucinating mind
A mind succumb to fantasy
Surreptitiously in devouring echoes
Of his igniting visuality.
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EXHIBITION OF DEATH (POEM)
PoetryThis is a poem portraying death symbolically and figuratively.
