Goodbye [POEM]

Goodbye

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Heavy Themes

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Goodbye

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Photographer: Annie Spratt

#PoemsByKyrie

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There once was a youth named Kyrie,

Who woke up in the dead of the night,

Clearly startled from what he had dreamt,

To what he thought was a pleasant dream,

It was a dream so vivid and true,

Perfect replica of his life now,

But with a twist that he cannot move,

And he stayed as but a spectator,

He tried to squirm, to get up and leave,

But poor Kyrie was trapped, stand-still,

He was unable to move, to scream

In abject horror that gave him dread,

For what he saw was a coffin lid,

Closing down, trapping him from within,

To make matters worse, the darkness came,

Swooping in while taking up his hope,

Only dread had filled the frightened youth

As his inactions made him weary,

And fear the sleep from within a dream

For it spells the doom of another,

As darkness covered him, he woke up

With a jolt, with a cry, then relief,

Sweating a lot, with ragged breathing,

He clutched his heart, still beating, throbbing,

Kyrie woke up, another day,

Not quite exciting as his fears dried,

And once his palpitation slowed down,

He breathed out a sigh of relief,

'Twas a dream, nothing more, nothing less,

But this is not the end of this tale,

For Kyrie dear had heard crying,

And following it lead to trouble,

Family and friends, gathered, cuddled,

In the living room where the air's tense,

Both mother and sister, drenched in tears,

Cousins and aunts, pale as a white ghost,

He asked reason 'bout this gathering,

But he was both unheard and unseen,

Ultimately ignored by them lot,

It made him furious, so he left,

And he did not notice the white box,

A coffin quite big and elegant,

From within, it's a familiar face,

Face by one that goes as Kyrie.

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BG Photographer: Rythik