Thelast Don Poet Free verse

Pain

Something that I see in the world

That I feel in my hand

That matters to me

The taste is so bland

So I feel it in the dirt 

I feel it in the sand

I felt it on his heart 

I hated that man

I smelled it in his clothes

I seen it in his face

A hell of a world I had to embrace

I felt it in his life

And then when he passed

I seen it in his eyes

I came so fast 

Seen him in the wind

I tasted the dust

The sickest of all creations 

His end was a must

For it is him I never will trust 

For he is my pain.






Sincerely, The Sun

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