He exists purely, to make others believe,
In what... he is not sure, but he feels his mission is right.
He knows what's to come, he wrote the next page,
He's Seems to be weary but willing to succumb to fate,
After all this time his capability to write has finally gone.
Nothing exists for him anymore.
He walks to the sea and stares for 3 days,
Till that last of the memories that keep his soul smile and walk away.
He Sits In the Sand on Fair Calabrian Shore,
Hoping for a sign that there will be one more,
He has composed his last work made up from newspaper clippings and old recycled poems,
Clenched tight in his hand an un opened letter the world that no one has known,
He drifts now alone, Through the Sea And Current Wind,
Watching The Destruction Of Dictionary Boy Begin
Then with a final smile lets the water take his life,
Floating Through the ocean like butter Through A Knife.
As he Disappears And The Salt Dissolves,
The Letter he held becomes Sodden and old,
He finished the last verse with something quite odd,
About heaven, about hell and to wonder about god,
And with a final note says how much he's had fun,
And how he wishes that the hero didn't die in this one.
Edward Ramsden
Dedicated to Tilly.
You might hate me but Ill never hate you.
I miss you sometimes.
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