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After The Final Moment

He looked down on me
with sympathy:
"It will only get worse
until you learn".

Ripped from the room
I saw his mother, covered in black,
our son passed into the arms
of another man

I saw my friends
with their shame, their secrets.

When my angel put her hand on mine
she looked through me like an old lover.

Memories flooded back in the white light,
through my father's dissapointment.
Written by Edward_Austin (Edward Austin)
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Author's Note
I am starting a series of poems based on my dreams and astral projections. Im also going throught a surrealist poetry phase, so if archetypes and symbols are not your thing it might be a little weird
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