Poem -

Going, going, gone

Going, going, gone

Good riddance and fair well

A path that is created from hell

It dragged me deeper into a land I can't tell

Following nothing more but a creature with a tail

All the time it took to recognize the decisions I made failed

Going, going, gone

Good riddance and fair well

Taking away my sense of sight

I wonder through the night

Never questioning if everything will be alright

I lost myself from myself

Going, going, gone

Good riddance and fair well

Forgetting to ask what may be the outcome

I kept saying it will be fun

Learning when you fly like a feather

You always need to be prepared for the weather

You never know how long is your tether

Grabbing for anything that will lead me to heaven

For I now know the difference between the faults I crossed

Learning how easy life could be tossed

Finding the truth and what's false

I am who is boss

Going, going, gone

Good riddance and fair well

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Keshia

I really love this, and the image you created with this poem

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