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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1129550
A poem I wrote after awaking from a nap in English class last year.
There he was
Walking down the quiet streets
So late at night
All alone
Enveloped in the shadows of darkness

He thought to himself
"I wonder if"
"I'll be able to see tomorrow"
"See the first rays of sunlight"
"Hitting the rooftops of these houses"
"I wonder if she'll be there when I follow"

Tears fell
From the sparkling flow within his blue eyes
Down his cheeks
And into the palm of his hands

As flashes of her
Flickered through his mind
He could
See her smile
Hear her laughter
Feel the soft, faint flutters of her kisses

"How could she leave me?"
"Why did it have to be so soon?"
"I should have been there"
"To protect her"
"Hold her"
"To take her place"

There he stopped
To find himself
At the shores of the deserted beach

The waves were crashing
At the whims of the moon
That shone its light over the waters
Giving everything a calming feel

There he kept on walking
Further and further
Never to see the first rays of sunlight
Never to see any rays of sunlight
Never to see her
He would keep on walking
Further and further
From the path she truly wanted him to walk
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