Writing: Goodbye old me...
My old self who’s there
Always,
Putting me down
Yes it’s him
That’s dying.
The dark beast grows there,
Cruel payment for love
Offered,
My heart breaks 'cause
He’s dying.
Thank You old friend I am
Mourning,
But yet you haven’t,
Even left yet,
By dying.
I pray that you don’t
Journey
Away from here,
Too early to scent
The living.
One last run through fields,
Spring
Drifting through the
Fruit blossoms as they
Fade to new life.
Pick the fruits of Earth,
Old friend,
Your passage will be
Felt by all who know
You lived.
Innocence is yours,
Your slumber eternally,
Lasting
Peaceful in your going,
Rest old friend,
Finally rest...
(2015)
