A Disturbance.
In the moment a friend's help was most needed..
By Ahmet F. IlhanPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I'm tired, friend,
Tired beyond measure;
I shall repose for a thousand years,
Not for rest
But brief composure,
Because in the moment
A friend's help was most needed,
I froze to death on mountain peaks,
And, by the hands of cannibals,
Chopped myself to pieces;
I burned alive in a cylinder pot;
I kept screaming;
They kept filling the logs.
I'm fine now..
Or as good as can be.
Either way,
I manage.. I guess..
Yet life’s endless grief,
My stubborn fatigue aside,
I know this:
My mind would not know Peace
If, on the clouds, I reside.
The End.
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About the Creator
Ahmet F. Ilhan
Scribbler of literary stories & hopeless poetry..
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