Final Wish Poem by Lance Carthen
Final Wish
He writes himself to death...
Never to see another moon.
A victim to the shadows.
The devils reach always loomed.
Hovering round him, like darkened gallows
A prayer too late, too soon.
Had he passed on tommorow.
His wish would have come true.
But now he lay motionless...
Defeated by life and abused.
In the midst of writing a final poem...
about a wish coming true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 4:56:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a poem of woe and forlorn Lance. I like it... Laters...Joshua.