Dread-Far Spun-Reality

Day will come
it is coming.
When I must
leave one morning. Poignantly.

Forever.
You shall never see
your face again never
mirrored I image see.

Nor I spy thee.
In reality.
I shall be dead
as life in a place

apart. Far distant.
Forever for thee.


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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