Gone
I saw a light,
Shine so bright.
I knew t’would remain
I knew there’d be no pain.
Days came and went
Some not well spent.
The light shone on,
T’was not gone,
And so I journeyed on.
My friendship died,
The true love cried.
My money spent,
Reputational dent.
The light shone on,
T’was not gone,
And so I journeyed on.
The strongest blow,
Came from below.
While sitting all alone,
A chime rose from a phone.
The message came,
T’want a game.
The girl I love died,
I thought they lied.
But then I cried.
I know that she is gone.
The light was dim,
The future grim,
But, slow, I journeyed on.
The light dimmed more,
More than before.
Till out it snuffed,
A candle in wind so rough.
No longer was there hope.
Life, impossible to cope.
Life, without a cause.
Life, without happy pause.
The purpose gone,
To
write
the
last
song.
Gone.
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