The True Endgame
I faced an earthquake two hours ago,
With multiple tremors shaking in a row.
My world fell apart,
Shattering my heart.
Her last words, like swallows,
Deserting the hollows,
Her final call,
A peaceful moment as leaves fall.
Her shadow
Darkens the meadow
My soul rages in fury,
Turning my upcoming days blurry.
But I can’t be sorry;
This is the real end,
No more messages to send.
Or any bond to pretend
I loved you, my friend.
By Young Fella
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Author:
MRF (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 3rd, 2024 03:01
- Comment from author about the poem: My poem The True Endgame Counts a personal experience of sudden loss, likened to an earthquake. The poem captures the emotional turmoil of losing a loved one, marked by the finality of their last words and the end of their connection. The poet expresses deep sorrow and anger, reflecting the pain of this real-life event. Ultimately, the poem is a poignant exploration of grief and the lasting impact of a cherished friendship.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Loss can be earth shaking. Nicely written
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