Farewell, As I Die
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
491
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Farewell, As I Die
We spent the weekend together,
like so many other weekends,
I thought you enjoyed being with me,
until the next night.
My world ended
that night,
when I got online
to chat with you,
I got your message
on my messenger
and I died while I read...
I was thinking that we were doing well,
I thought you were happy,
You never said anything to me while I was there,
like you normally do.
I know that I made mistakes,
I always seem to,
and now I have been exiled
from your life and home,
I am dying inside because
I've failed you, yet again.
I'll come over one last time,
to pick up my things.
When I get there,
you hand me my belongings,
including my ring...
The door closes,
it starts to rain in my heart
and as I look at you for the last time,
I wonder, "Am I ever to be whole again?"
I walk away from your door,
I start to cry.
I can feel the blackness
closing in on me
from the sides of my eyes,
inside I am dying,
growing cold,
feeling my soul ebbing from my body.
Everytime I see your picture,
I start to cry,
I miss you so much
it hurts to hear your name,
or even think of you.
I lay on my bed,
curled into a ball,
I cried myself to sleep that night
as I died inside
from the pain I've caused myself
I want you to know
that I love you,
that I'm sorry for my misdeeds,
and that I will never forget you.
The last thing I said to you,
Before I walked away was,
"Farewell, As I Die."
written for "Her"
3pm Tuesday
12 February, 2008
like so many other weekends,
I thought you enjoyed being with me,
until the next night.
My world ended
that night,
when I got online
to chat with you,
I got your message
on my messenger
and I died while I read...
I was thinking that we were doing well,
I thought you were happy,
You never said anything to me while I was there,
like you normally do.
I know that I made mistakes,
I always seem to,
and now I have been exiled
from your life and home,
I am dying inside because
I've failed you, yet again.
I'll come over one last time,
to pick up my things.
When I get there,
you hand me my belongings,
including my ring...
The door closes,
it starts to rain in my heart
and as I look at you for the last time,
I wonder, "Am I ever to be whole again?"
I walk away from your door,
I start to cry.
I can feel the blackness
closing in on me
from the sides of my eyes,
inside I am dying,
growing cold,
feeling my soul ebbing from my body.
Everytime I see your picture,
I start to cry,
I miss you so much
it hurts to hear your name,
or even think of you.
I lay on my bed,
curled into a ball,
I cried myself to sleep that night
as I died inside
from the pain I've caused myself
I want you to know
that I love you,
that I'm sorry for my misdeeds,
and that I will never forget you.
The last thing I said to you,
Before I walked away was,
"Farewell, As I Die."
written for "Her"
3pm Tuesday
12 February, 2008