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Monthy Poetry Challenge for March.
Write a poem about a cleansing by fire, by any means: Beautiful, dirty, gritty, dark, fluffy... make it yours. Winner is decided by likes, and will receive a crisp $10.00 -Set it alight.
Myriad1989 in Poetry & Free Verse

Death

You held my hand,

I let you hold mine.

Time would tell if it only felt right.

With an absent father,

And a future that wasn't bright.

Your tired paws...

Well, it just felt alright.

I've cried on your shoulders

You've cried on mine.

With the world so undecided

I guess we made it right.

Two lost soldiers,

Trying to make up time.

Well, you held my hands

Made it alright.

I'll think of memories that I cannot not use

In this eulogy,

It'll get people confused.

But you held my hand,

And I asked you to hold mine.

While we battled this world,

That wasn't right.

Nothing I say,

I guess will bring you back.

I will conquer this pain

And deal with all the past.

But I loved you friend,

And I can't say it again.

I loved you more then the words that exist.