Poetry

His Last

Credit:john shepherd

my guilt will haunt me until my last
heart
beat…
beats.

you, my childhood prized possession;
I threw you away
far…
far away.

I turned my back
behind my walls of stone;
I always knew your end would be
sad and alone.

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