Until Next Time

Until Next Time short poem

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Full of pain and strife
How cruel, to snatch away all the good things I had
Until I was left with only the bad
Why did you have to leave so soon?
I miss the times when we used to gaze up at the stars and moon
I’d wonder what was up there
And you’d just laugh and stare
Living without you
Made me feel like maybe my time was over due
You were that beacon of light
Now there’s only darkness that’s ready to rear and bite
Without you I’m weak
My world turned bleak
I shouldn’t complain though
because I know…
One day
God will take me away
And I’ll succumb to fate
Cause I’m headed somewhere great
I’ll wait until next time
Until I reach the peak of my eternal climb
And then I’ll fall, with open arms, ready to accept my death
And take my final breath…

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Nadeem Qazilbash

Reminds me of that song, hasta manana till we meet again…


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