Ghetts

The cold embezzled the

last of warmth from

his tired husk. And

in that final breath,

it ended. No one

there to witness. No

one to even care

he once mattered to

his home, his life.

All remained still and

empty like the chill

now cloaking his funereal

expression this bright morning.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

 

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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