I've spoken of death
In my poetry void of spirit
Diminishing hope
Everyday more difficult
Abandoned to exile
The lack of desire for
The bountiful things in life
History replete with aloneness
Future replete with lone aspirations
Consider the ultimate
Solution to be with god
To reside in the heavens
That which we all started from
Only to return to for the last time
A farewell would seem unnecessary
Without someone to say good bye to
I have yet to say good bye to her
Out of fear of closing the door
With no way back
Who would tell her
That now I'm gone
That she was the one
Who etched an arrow
Into my heart
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