A Filled End
I have a friend
At a place
He only knows, may be I'll in the end
His name is life, just in case
Physical but invisible
Invincible and irreplaceable
Dressd in white, at least I thought
He has a peculiar look, through my dream I know
Being in existence
Only death knows
A complete stranger
When the clock goes
Measured by breath
Beats he weighs
Indefinite length
Will meet him only if I wait
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
