Akwaho, why did you forsake me?
The Wendigo called and you went
You’ve left me here alone
With blood in my mouth
Tears on my cheeks
My hands are broken Akwaho
I tried to fight for you
You wouldn’t fight for yourself
I’m still standing here alone
With only this doubt
I feel so weak
Where are you now Akwaho?
Can you hear me?
Do you feel me still?
Is it cold where you are?
Was death better?
Come for me then Akwaho
No man can replace
Not death erase
Your rightful place
In my heart
~ kei
2 October 2014
Tears~
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Heartfelt poem. Beautifully sad.
Hugz & Love ❤
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Thank you. There are certain sadness that just never leave your heart.
Hope all is well over there
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