At the end,
At the moment where my very last breath is taken from me,
At the very end,
Where my heart beat stops
Brain flusters, collapsing later
At the very last final end,
Where the distance between the grave and the destination becomes one,
All that mattered was,
No fibric papers ,
No materialistic presents,
No friends nor family,
No luxuric pleasures,
Not even that puppy I raised with all the genuine love and care of the world.
All that really mattered was,
At the end,
Did I make myself proud?
Proud enough to accept the six feet of land is all I've earnt and nothing else.
That six feet where I lay, buried under,
Resting peacefully.
Finally proud.
Now, That you've heard, That is what I call my goal
YOU ARE READING
The Solitude Lady
PoesíaMeet me at the end of horizon. To live and love, Wordless occurrences Ironically briefed through words Through poetry, through symphonies And all that I wish I said. ....... #1 in haikus is the best ranking The Solitude Lady's ever got.
