the last few fuel burned
the hearth, gone its last coal
the final lessons learned
fought, the ultimate brawl
gulping the last gasp
only the fools will falter
losing the final grasp
the end is hither
a great thing of sorrow and serenity
a magnificent dreadful beauty
dreamed and loathed by many
a wondrously grotesque finale
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Lost Thoughts: A collection of poems (and other stuff)
RandomOur minds wonder. Our thoughts wander. They sometimes get lost. Poems, ideas, insights, and brain farts.
