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Last Goodbye
A Poet with nothing
left to say
On bended knees
gets down to pray
Belief on hold,
his memory churns
Sleep comes hard
dreams toss and turn
A new starvation
fatal thirst
This deprivation
unrehearsed
Last ounce of blood,
the page is stained
No letters form,
no thoughts remain
A Poet left
without his voice
Dark road to travel
single choice
The sun has set
and not to rise
His final word
-a last goodbye
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
left to say
On bended knees
gets down to pray
Belief on hold,
his memory churns
Sleep comes hard
dreams toss and turn
A new starvation
fatal thirst
This deprivation
unrehearsed
Last ounce of blood,
the page is stained
No letters form,
no thoughts remain
A Poet left
without his voice
Dark road to travel
single choice
The sun has set
and not to rise
His final word
-a last goodbye
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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Last Goodbye
Last Goodbye
