So many that we see
And so many more that stare in disbelief
As those faces from beyond continue to see
I am left
Wondering
I don't know why
But I hate to hear goodbyes
And the faces that lie
Always at some point
Die
And yet here I stand
Writing
Tapping
Have I become a better man?
In face of all these questions
And it is my intuition that I reckon
Am I more
To what I was before?
Or has my time come,
And is this
The final door?
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Poetry
PoésiePoetry transferred from Quotev to see if Wattpad is still a viable source of advertisement (probably not, but I'm bored, so why not?) Lot of people who've seen some say they're good, so give it a try.