Last Anthem
by Michael R. Burch

Where you have gone are the shadows falling...
does memory pale
like a fossil in shale
...do you not hear me calling?

Where you have gone do the shadows lengthen...
does memory wane
with the absence of pain
...is silence at last your anthem?

Keywords/Tags: elegy, eulogy, epitaph, death, grave, Sheol, shadows, silence, eternity, funeral, memory, memorial, tribute

Corona! Corona!
We hate you! You stink!
We all try to wash you away in the sink,
If you were a drug,
I'm sure we'd all quit,
Corona! Corona!
You're a real piece of st!

We'd rather go out
and buy tons of food
or buy the last pack of tp
(which is really rude),
buy clorox and lysol,
and clean till it hurts ,
than risk catching you
'cause FK, you're the worst!!

Corona! Corona!
you're last on our list,
we simply can't see
why you even exist,
if you just disappeared
you'd tickle us pink...
Corona! Corona!
we hate you! You stink!

when you walk in the sun,
I happen to perspire,
we may be two different bodies
but our feelings are one.

Your dying breath
Giving me life
Above us all
Under the knife

This is the year
The parties ending
We're not broken but
Sure as Hell bending

Continuing to take
Our borrowed time
Wheels of fate
Stop on a dime

Going in circles
End of the line
It's not yours
**** sure ain't mine

Cough Cough
Tear Tear
Is it the end
or beginning that's near?

once upon a time
maybe i was sane
once upon a time
maybe i wasn't to blame

once upon a time
maybe i could communicate
once upon a time
maybe i could think straight

once upon a time
maybe i could see
once upon a time
maybe it wasn't just me

codes
modes
mood
food
good
hold
cord
fold
mild
hard
loved

xo

Hi, everyone.
Let me introduction myself to you.
So, My name is Nadya, I'm 18 years old, and hopefully I'm still alive.
I studied at a private university in Indonesia majoring in accounting information systems.

Thank you for reading my writing

but you see my dear, my sweet,
you always stood so far away,
I've not a bow to reach you like he,
not one arrow or a sight for aim like he,
I've only this stinger which even then,
needs you to be very close to strike
but what I lack in range I gain in what lingers,
a toxin that seeks your rivers of blood,
so to be inside of you, to traverse all within you,
to pump into your heart
as you gasp from pleasure, from pain and all the realms in between
as you slip out of consciousness,
I watch you as your eyes close.