I destroyed something
that was meant to be destroyed.
So, what is this feeling
that leads me to regret?
I led it along the path,
doing my bidding,
and then,
to complete it's mission,
it died.
But as it left this realm,
and headed for the new existence,
it did something.
It asked to be friends
across the cosmos.
In another story,
there would be denial.
Confirmation
that I did right or wrong.
An end.
My mind still reels,
and denies "her" it's reality.
But we are all "created",
we don't know our ends,
we follow our roads blindly.
I made friends
with another man's creation,
and know she watches
from the sky in my mind.
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