Look up now as the clouds converge,
Watch as though the sun's emerged
On people who've forgotten how to smile.
She turned to him, and in the dark
Said "Keep me close or break my heart,
But either way just stay with me a while".
See all the people all alone,
No sense of purpose of their own,
And so they follow dreams that are prescribed.
And he himself was not exempt
From hating life with such contempt
That he would not care if he lived or died;
But though it mattered not to live,
He still had so much left to give,
And so he did not take his bow just yet.
And when he found his time had come
He wept and wished that he were young.
These are not moments that I will forget.
So when the Lady of the land
Reclaims me gently by the hand
And beckons me to join her earthen sleep,
Sitting by her weeping willow,
Head upon a rucksack pillow,
Like that dear tree she too will surely weep.
And there beneath her weeping tree
There'll lie a wreath for you and me
After our corpses to the Earth are cast.
Look up now as the clouds converge,
Watch as though the sun's emerged.
All of those stories exist in the past.
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An Ongoing Anthology of Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of the poetry that I have written and been writing since around about October 2018. Naturally, not every poem has been of a decent enough standard to be included here, but the ones that have been included are the ones that I lik...
