I am actually quite glad
That one day a moment will come
When all of you
Will be only my past,
Behind me,
And my future will be
White lightning,
An empty tunnel,
A ladder to the sky,
A door in the stars.
For that one brief instant,
At least,
You will all be memories,
Unable to hurt me,
Nothing to care much about, really.
2 comments:
This poem is very secret! It’s also very nice.
Thanks for the kind words! It is not as secret as the half-written poem in my copy of the Official ACT textbook, but I guess that is a high bar to top!
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