Another has died, a voyage begun. His stories, momories, and secrets, all that he was, is now gone... And yet No stars explode from loneliness, No oceans engulfed in fury, No planets erupt in pity, And the universe does not mourn. Perhaps he will be remembered. Existing in the minds of others, His life twisted and deeds corupted... This too will cease, And his journey towards oblivion will be complete.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem in the middle of the night after waking from a dream with an incredible sense of loss, after muddling around with the emotions and thoughts I decided to write down how I felt.
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