A very rare event – a new poem…

Albeit a rather short …

I’m not entirely happy with this, as writing poetry, for me, is akin to the labour of a mouse giving birth to a whale. Still, for better or worse, and I concede its bleakness, this is as good as I can do right now.

Think of it as a sequel to Intimations of mortality…

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Brink of Mortality…

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Never thought that it would end like this

To stand alone, against the dark

And feel, no more, a soft, sweet, kiss.

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I would give it my best effort though

For love always deserves it

But try my hardest though I might

I’ll end my time alone.

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It may not be allowed for me

To hold what love could give me

For some of us are cursed by fate

To make it on our own.

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