Lost Poem by Timothy Long

Lost



I lost him in this less than significent world we call home, his final words to me good luck as he slipped from my fingertips as i gasped in aa thundering cry, for my friend who died, when all went quient, i searched for him as he fell from the cliff, he justed smiled as he fell into the darkness, why did he just smile like he figured out the future why oh why did he have to fall, im swirling in the wrong direction, as for my life, its on pause for a cause, my friend fell to his death.

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Timothy Long

Timothy Long

Auburn, New York
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