My Somber. Poem by Christopher A.S. Smith

My Somber.



My somber.
I owe it.
A friend of long ago,
but I still remember.
I remember his face,
I remember his polo.
Some say that
with life comes evil.
It is true.
He has fallen,
and the world has
been split.
It is my fault.
I have pushed him.

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based on 'Polo Plunge' by Fritz Boosek
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