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As He Drew His Final Breath
No brilliant light shines.
It was just you and me tonight.
Dancing among the dark.
With the smell of burning bark,
This was no ordinary campfire.
Because it was you and me,
There was no one else I would rather be with.
I had no fear,
I was young and oblivious.
I never knew what was lurking between
the crushed leaves and toppling trees.
We toasted sweet treats
And you fed me,
Three oozing marshmallows
from your fingertips.
We sipped chai tea,
You swatted a spider on me,
and I whacked ten mosquitos off of you.
You embraced my waist and smiled wide,
I leant in to kiss you,
You had told me...
“Hold on, I will be right back.”
And I knew you would,
Because you always had.
But you didn’t come back.
You never did come back...
Bang!
A Gunshot.
No one ever found his body.
“Where did you go?!”
I heard it echo,
Throughout the treeline,
And the never ending starless sky,
except one that glistened through the trees.
And at that moment…
I knew I was all alone.
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You know when all you write about is death and love stories, you may be the next Edgar Allen Poe. That is what I aim for. For nobody to notice me until years after I pass on. Then everyone says I am their favorite poet because people only know of one name... Poe. I have never claimed to be as good as Edgar Allen Poe. I am just saying how much of a calamity authors have to deal with in poetry.
-I want to thank my English teacher Mrs. Walsingham for editing my final draft of this for this poem. Mrs. Walsingham had inspired me to be an amazing writer, and thank you for the constructive critism on my work. It is greatly appreciated.