My dark friend
Sometimes, I smile which is very rare in my world.
I don't know how many coffins I've taken to the graveyard.
I honestly lost count; I just keep on walking.
People said that I had lost my humanity.
But I've given a glow, flew over the calm water.
I proceeded to breathe quietly, calmly, avoiding daylight, moving the remains within the dark space.
My father is expecting more fuel, and I'm just an average worker among many.
I've regularly asked him about my work and how I appeared hateful in other's eyes.
Son, you are recycling souls, it's a decent work, only the Gods are allowed to do it.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoesíaMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
