PoetrySad Poems

Last Thread

As cloud weeps over earthling,
Gurgling tears in swirls.

Your wail can’t resurrect me,
For I flee above and let be.

I burn my bridges;
Started counting my breath digits.

I end the inner misery,
The unseen physical injury.

I let go of the cliff,
As I whiff off my journey glyph.

My last thread is faded,
For my moment here is jaded.

Don’t ask me how I did it,
But I make it very flit.

I shall happily hunt you in your dreams,
And show you the other side beams.

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