Last Word
Once said
Note the feel
Yet unpaid
Last word still
Once paid
Feel the gap
Last word said
Thrill blots map
Sense sight
Die with will
In last light
That blots feel
Feel light
Blurs the feel
As last sight
In lost will
The end
Comes too soon
Fast last pen
Writes of moon
Death screams
In short gist
Like a dream
Blur as mist
Leon Enriquez
15 November 2018
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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