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ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ: angst; poem + prose
» based on t. swift's epiphany
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His hand's as cold as ice and snow
His fragile heart near its final blow
But his kind eyes remained aglow
Despite the tears that dared to flow
In that short while, memories stirred
'Bout days full of misery and fear
Days when cries are all we hear
Cries of goodbye for the one the heart holds most dear
"Wait for me little Mark
Soon we'll play again in the park"
But years after he embarked
His shadow never reached our home's front arch
I placed his weak hand in mine, trying to provide him even a little warmth. "Do you remember the days in our field? It has been so long since we last flew kites and played hide-and-seek. I was actually looking forward to bonding with you again."
He replied by giving a little squeeze to our joined hands and quirking the tips of his lips upwards ever so slightly. Just by those microscopic gestures, I could tell the scenery forming in his mind as I was imagining it too.
I could see the two of us running in our spacious green field, the borders vanishing into the thin line between the land and the vast clear blue sky, extending to all sides without end. I could feel the warm summer breeze, the wind carrying dancing leaves and flower petals as it passed through us. I could hear his laugh, the most genuine and wholesome sound that I have ever heard in my many years of existence-the music that brings life to my soul. Oh how I wished we could live into that serene space forever, away from the deafening chaos of the world.
Slowly, his eyelids finally gave in, shutting the light coming from his emerald eyes as his hand lost weight in my grip. "Farewell, father. Please send my greetings to mother as you go. Thank you for everything."
His hand's as cold as ice and snow
His heart finally gave its final blow
I'll never see again his eyes aglow
I still held on to him as my own tears began to flow
In that short while, memories stirred
'Bout days when I have nothing to fear
Days when giggles are all we hear
With hugs and kisses for the one the heart holds most dear
"Close your eyes and let yourself be free
Go roam in a park with the edges too far to see
Soon, I too in this world will flee
So until then, please save a space for me"
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