There he stands His eyes bellowing a sparkle of hope The end of a tunnel once came Wanting the pain to end. Progress lead him to believe his life finished. He approached the pale man with a pen and paper The parchment wet and ink faded The pale man read his article seemingly interested The man's last words before death. His name Platt Platt read aloud the moment's last breath There the pale man lay while listening His wanting to be with his wife His children lay low Unknowing if they know But before he could finish The pale man frayed his heart Platt in dismay by the destruction Where he go his love unknown The last words he spoke to his beloved: " I live for you my dear I live for our children I live for freedom I live to be alive I know not what it is you are doing I can only imagine This is the last you will ever hear of me The last glimmering hope to you once more I wish this to be meaningful, Hope drives us to believe in the most fantastical things I can only dream o
I write short stories and poetry sometimes. I deconstruct writing standards.