poem 22

October 16, 2009

floating body by noborder network.

there was a child lost at sea

wandering

gurgling

keeping tight those last breaths

and after days left alone

long forgotten at home

he began to embrace his fate

“a life is to be lived.” he cried at the laughing wind.

and though it was to be his last

he began to dance

his arms stretched out for the final piece

and he danced with all his might

and as it all came to a close

he took his final bow

and with it his last breath

that never made a sound.

–  key

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2 Responses to “poem 22”

  1. peca said

    YEAH KEY THAT IS REALLY DEEP. I LIKE THAT ONE

  2. key said

    thanks poo..

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