The Last Of Me Poem by Sheldon Allen Saluta

Seeing the ocean so blue
I cloudlessly hear the voices singing, it was new
I will foster this view ‘til February
This could be the last of me…

I was caught off-guardedly
I’ve been broken many times, I feel like I’m bumpy
To stop the cycle of melancholy
This would be the last of me

Pleasing would be my “Thank You! ”
For those mob who gives hand even if they have issue
I want to see them smiling endlessly
This might be the last of me

Flying in dreamed ecstasy
Is my way of escaping problems, feel so easy
Unvigilant on what may cause to me
This should be the last of me

I fell on untouched chasm
Depression was my state, I want to be with my Mom!
Flashes of unwanted memories flee
This must be the last of me

Sunset viewing… Feel in-love…
Pleasing many people… Self-fulfillment… Sky with doves…
This is my synecdoche
This had been the last of me…