
Creative Writing - Poetry - Winging It!

i stand alone
on the edge of my life
looking back
looking back
the teardrops remembered
the laughter still trickling
the beautiful,
beautiful people
our souls embraced
only for a moment
the warmth
the love
the time
all that time we had
now
the veil of night
covers the earth
and rocks it to sleep
and
the faint, rustling
wing of death
covers me
and rocks me into eternity
Illustration by Marie