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To The Gravestone

by Michael Blanco 2 years ago in sad poetry
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By Michael Blanco

Fireflies light the beaten path

Leading toward my forgotten past

My vision blurring; Memories flash

Tears drops flowing; Fall and crash

My source of anguish nearing closer

The night wind blowing; Growing colder

And I a phantom. A lonely solider.

Seeking wisdom drunk yet sober

Empty handed I stagger walk

Down the path of stone and rock

To a place; A lake of tears

The resting place of all my fears

I walk the path and reach the end

And there, a friend, a damn good friend

Laughing, waving, with a halo

And I approaching to the grave stone

sad poetry

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