his name was anthony and his eyes held the stars.
he lived and died in a world that he helped to create.
and when he died it was sudden, and painful, and all too soon.
there was so much he had left to create,
both for himself and for those he left behind.
his ideas and energy are gone now,
absorbed into the soil,
and they now brighten the world he left behind.
his heart is in the earth
and his eyes have returned to the stars.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
