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Just another strange poem.
For when we sat together
Drowning in our silence
Wishing for an end
To an everlasting tunnel
Walking down the street
Never would we stop and think
About what was to come
This storybook can’t last forever
As you lay dieing here
The silence comes again
When asked if I should leave you
Or stay and die in pain
What were your last wishes
If you never told a soul
And who would ever remember
How it used to be
For I took myself to safety
Nothing for you I could do
But sit and think
Of that storybook
The grieving lasts for months
Then onto another stage
You’re just a blur
At the back of my mind
I know we always thought
But never did we tell
Our wishes for the end
The storybook’s magic spell
You have a very unique style of writing to convey your thoughts. I dont understand how it works, or if anyone else could mimic it if they tried, but it is very interesting and would like to see more poetry from you.