THE LAST PAGE
The last page, Like a last breath,A sigh of relief, The writing all done,
The flow of words, Of emotions,
All spent and exhausted,
For the search of the unattainable,
That which slips by or through your fingers,
Something worth holding onto,
The parts of life and living,
That are so close and yet so far away,
From my grasp, Can only be made as a wish,
I am your deepest thoughts, Your hidden desires,
My deepest fears, I write what I can not hold.....
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX (c)
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