weesaul
The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!
A poetry for y'all v3.0...
This was included in The International Who's Who in Poetry Howard Ely, Editor; Copyright © 2004...
Ode to the Former Me
To C.S.
I am young, I am free,
But I am not where I need to be.
To my death I will sing
And to my marker you will bring
All the flowers that I love
As I leave my bed and rise above
The only home I've ever known
And my ashes and my bones
Will remain, but I am free from this world
And all the banners have been unfurled
To say goodbye to me now
With not a frown nor a scowl.
I am leaving into the sky
And through the clouds
I wave to the crowds
That have come to see me off.
I see the light and like a moth
I am going, I am no more.
I will miss the people I adored,
But I know I had to go away.
Ode to the Former Me
To C.S.
I am young, I am free,
But I am not where I need to be.
To my death I will sing
And to my marker you will bring
All the flowers that I love
As I leave my bed and rise above
The only home I've ever known
And my ashes and my bones
Will remain, but I am free from this world
And all the banners have been unfurled
To say goodbye to me now
With not a frown nor a scowl.
I am leaving into the sky
And through the clouds
I wave to the crowds
That have come to see me off.
I see the light and like a moth
I am going, I am no more.
I will miss the people I adored,
But I know I had to go away.
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