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He's getting smaller in the distance
I'm waving with dreaded panic
Slowly the car drives away
I memorise his face
The move - unwanted
My parents sure
My first friend...
Best friend...
Gone.
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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We All Must Go
My heart is heavy, but I cannot cry. And though I know we all must die; I still find myself asking why. Life comes and life goes, death comes for us all young and old. It doesn't matter who you are, rich, poor, healthy, or not, we all must go; no need for shock
By Ametress Belton6 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
This broke my heart so much! I loved your poem!
So sad😭
Oh, wow! This is a brilliant take, Sian! Such a sad and innocent sorrow captured in this nonet. This one has tugged the hardest on my heartstrings!