Do I do the last of you justice?
Or have I swept away the embers
That burned on your deathbed,
Replaced them with something
You would deem abhorrent?
.
Some days I wonder if you ever
Meant to leave me these embers.
I am sure that this was just a casualty
Of your last breath approaching
Too rapidly for you to lay out plans.
.
Loyalty put me at your side at the end,
But it was a betrayal to you that I
Had to be the one to cradle your dream.
Maybe I should have apologized
For the world on your deathbed.
.
What will your ghost think of me?
Of the way I stand near your legacy
With a large glass of cool water,
Wondering if it's worth killing the fire
To change the legacy you leave?
.
I am familiar with the hatred of you.
It haunts me then as its own ghost,
A quiet voice hissing in my thoughts.
I wonder, I wonder, I wonder...
Would the water quiet that fire too?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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