My Last Journey

My Last Journey short poem

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There I went, alone, ahead
Please don’t go! A few said
I did not pay a heed to what they say
I was determined to make my own way
They tried enough to break me
But I looked towards the endless sea
The sea, where I left all my fears
Fear of loss or shedding tears
I was gone, forever ahead
As my body lay there, dead
I had then, met my soul
A flickering flame and nothing more
The path I feared the most, at once
Took me to the eternal peace and freedom
And there, isolation felt supreme to me
Now, I rest! It being my last journey!

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