If my death comes closer
than the true love I wish to tether,
would someone cry for me,
or laugh at my fading breath, mocking my journey?
I’ve fought through the years,
draining my spirit in battles and tears,
year after year, mental strength worn thin,
until exhaustion pulls me to the brink.
At the final harbor I long to reach,
I wish to anchor a love so deep,
but if death claims me before I arrive,
will anyone grieve, or merely survive?
I wonder, in the silence of night,
has my presence shone any light?
Or am I just a forgotten shadow,
fading away as dawn begins to follow?
Yet, though weariness grips my soul,
I still hold fast to love’s goal.
Even if death meets me in lonely embrace,
I know my love will not be erased.
By. Nurish Hardefty
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