Challenge
Monthy Poetry Challenge for March.
Write a poem about a cleansing by fire, by any means: Beautiful, dirty, gritty, dark, fluffy... make it yours. Winner is decided by likes, and will receive a crisp $10.00 -Set it alight.
Death
You held my hand,
I let you hold mine.
Time would tell if it only felt right.
With an absent father,
And a future that wasn't bright.
Your tired paws...
Well, it just felt alright.
I've cried on your shoulders
You've cried on mine.
With the world so undecided
I guess we made it right.
Two lost soldiers,
Trying to make up time.
Well, you held my hands
Made it alright.
I'll think of memories that I cannot not use
In this eulogy,
It'll get people confused.
But you held my hand,
And I asked you to hold mine.
While we battled this world,
That wasn't right.
Nothing I say,
I guess will bring you back.
I will conquer this pain
And deal with all the past.
But I loved you friend,
And I can't say it again.
I loved you more then the words that exist.
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