Last Whistle Poem by La'Chelle Yount
Last Whistle
Once again he left me speechless
The thought of his last words
Well, the ones really heard
Complicating my thoughts
Leaving stranded my soul
Torn apart by the angry
Definitely not the hungry
Thirsting for more
The truth of his twisted manner
The aggravation of his moves
Stepping onto a platform
Only left no where to go
The sound of the train
Leaving behinnd...Me!
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