
Category : Poems
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strayed into the wilderness of sorrow
staggering in the rough hands of horror
i have tried to say a word
but memories of him to my heart hurtin peaceful noisy nights of friendship display
his stinky shoes and socks in amusing disarray
he would giggle, grasp his cup and sing
his skin, smile, words but sweet a songhow long could good things last ?
just as they come, they run as fastdrowning in my tears
tormented by my fears
my torn heart he left barehe was still on the floor
and when i touched he was cold
by his left a drab envelope lay
signed with my name and sealed with his blood
i opened and it read:son, watch what you do to others, for your actions declare your intentions; to live or to die, but in all, be good.