THE LAST ONE

When everything else has died.

Gargoyle of FLESH

Perched atop the IRON PRECIPICE.

Why does it look below with such sorrow?

Tarmac underbelly

Forlorn and forgotten

By lost wanderers

Of a lost race.

Forest of CONCRETE

Tower over the dead.

Empty.

Empty.

And lifeless.

This is no life for it.

Sink through the air

D

O

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N

Over transparent paned ice

COLLIDE.

FLESH of eternity

Unscathed and unliving.

They are all dead.

Everyone.

EVERYTHING.

But the gargoyle of FLESH

Perched atop the IRON PRECIPICE.

[the last one.]

Reviews

[Lysrie Mendez]

Wow I don't even know how to respond to this, amazing poem intricate and almost musical like it makes you feel though it's obviously a more self relevating poem than emotional but great work.

[Miguel]

Thank you very much for reviewing this poem! I really appreciate it :) Glad you like it.