i always found it sad
those funerals you see sometimes.
no one except a priest and perhaps one elderly man,
gazing at a grave and knowing
when their time comes,
no one will grieve.
now i understand
that perhaps it's better.
if you have no one left to love you,
no one will hurt when you die.
i never wanted to hurt anyone.
but there was no choice.
and now, you are the last one,
staring at my grave in the rain.
move on, love,
let me go.
this is a metaphor. perhaps for love. or friendship. or maybe just life.
- Dragon
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Snowflake Stars and Broken Hearts - a Dark Poetic collection
Poetrywe are human and humans are both fragile and far too good at breaking things so we leave trails of broken hearts behind us and perhaps our poems can pick up the pieces and fit them together differently because isn't a mosaic more beautiful than sh...
