End of the Line

Omnimax47

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 Offline)
  • Published: October 5th, 2018 07:47
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10
  • User favorite of this poem: chaaz.
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