the long hand stretches
turns a tick
heads downwards
taking us all with it
when you die i’ll come visit you
he once said to me
love me while i’m here
i told him
the hand moves slowly
and deliberately
pointing to a place
that is unknown
the good go to heaven
she said
bad people burn in hell
i replied
i know
i know
so i live a life by a book
of rules
written by old men
and me not knowing
where i will find my soul
will die
someday
alone
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©️ Monica KK Lee / All rights reserved
- Runner-Up in Inverse Challenge
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"when you die i’ll come visit you he once said to me" I've had this happen to me before. Said by my guy best friend at that time. I can't recall exactly why he said it, it was 11 years ago. But I remember how badly it hurt 🥺 Loved your poem!