Days to live.
Soon to an end.
Yet living it through.
Memories to be remembered.
Traveled afar
to places unknown.
Traversed the mountain
of my greatest fears.
Walked among
the people we are.
Sat with nature
for a moment.
Loved the eternal love.
My end is coming.
Bought a ticket
for the train.
Destined to reach the
end of the line.
Death is coming to
claim my soul.
Death my old friend,
How much I’ve missed you.
- Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 5th, 2018 07:47
- Category: Sad
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