epilogue
The Organ That Pumps My Blood
EPILOGUE
today the angel never came,
and my heart was filled with pain,
one that nobody would want to gain.
with eyes that shut,
angel lied there in blood,
knife sunk deep in heart,
mercilessly,
breathlessly.
a letter,
was the only remnant she left for me,
one that she had written beautifully.
says she,
heart,
my heart ache honey,
it's ugly,
it's imperfect,
it's dying.
air,
they said it's freedom,
so I inhaled them fondly,
with just a little taste of tobacco leaves.
lie,
they lied,
freedom wasn't what I gained,
trapped was I in pain.
disease,
they said it can cure in times,
but honey,
I'm tired,
I couldn't breathe,
with you around I couldn't breathe harder.
death,
it awaits me,
nothing left was for thee,
so says me,
let I be the one to take it free.
goodbye honey,
forever thou in,
the organ that pumps my blood.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
writing a poem in english is very challenging for me. but hey I love challenge!
panda ri.
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