Emmanuel Stone Poems
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I have spent much time
living, breathing, feeling
every heartbeat and emotional twang
as the story grew around me.
Now it shall grow no more
like a tree before dying
but its endless leaves and branches
wrap around, and hold me tight.
I watched it unfurl and blossom
but i know now it is at an end
I savor every remaining flavour
and relish the aftertaste.
It is sad to watch a friend fade away
but all things must come to this end.
This story is finished
but mine has yet some way to go.
The End Of The Jetty.
A lone person standing at the end of the jetty
While the storm rages on around him
The others stand on the shore
Fear the rage of the storm.
Yet he has walked to the end of the jetty
He needs a reason to beleive
He can see the storm
Can feel the hard rain
Yet he's not sure its there