Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Untitled Poem 5/10/17

How can we be so close,
yet eons apart?

Born for one another
only to die alone.

My still heart awaits
the blood to pump again
as it shrivels to nothing—
a raisin in the sun:

dying.

An end that was foretold,
yet nothing was done to change it:
a destiny never collided.





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