Christian K. Montiel

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The Last Sunset. - Poem by Christian K. Montiel

The last sunset.
As I keep writing another note to those who would never going to read what I had wrote, my life just pass into the thin air and the answers that I was looking for dissolve into the wind.
I’m leaving with out saying good bye and please mother wipes those tears from your beautiful eyes that never were able to see something good in me.
I did cry but I cry inside so nobody could it see that I was getting weak with every minute that my life was going away and the pain I couldn’t feel it anymore.
Ashes is what I have become and into the wind I’m flying free at last I can be with out any worry and into the last sunset my life is complete.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 16, 2011

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