"What have I achieved?"
The thought of it makes me peeved
What use is it to me now?
I have taken my final bowAs I look all around
What has been lost has finally been found
Letting out something I assume is my last breath
I close my eyes and await the cold clutches of deathAs I lay, staring into the cloudless sky
My blood trickles down as I contemplate why
Mouth curved up into a smile they would miss
This must be it, my everlasting peaceIt was unexpected
The way it happened
You never would have thought
I was just glad my ruse was bought
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Boredom Lead to This
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote when I was bored and had nothing else to do