Last ink drop

The moon is high up already,
Its time to write down my fears,
To write down my last wishes,
To bid bye to the letters that gave me happiness,
Till but another time, maybe in another world
Bye poetry.

With pain I have to bleed my last words,
The words of pain of a lost poet,
One forced to exile from his peace land(motherland),
Gone to bleed on his injuries at the cliffs,
The cliffs which blend pain and torture,
Bye poetry.

I would have liked to stay,
To stay and write those pieces again,
To make them smile even when on the sword's edges,
But am sorry,
This shall be my last handwriting,
Bye poetry.

I shall take my route henceforth,
My demons I will face and fight,
I pull off the poetry pain hiding mask,
Just to place things correct again,
But till then;
Good bye loyalists
Of my poems
Bye poetry

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