alfie lee writing


The last man

Everyone i know is now
dead and i don't know any
other way but forward. And
i know not the route

back, to begin again, borne
as i was most by chance
and slack of resistance.
They say you are lucky

and to look on the bright
side of it. For years you've forded
troubled passage, losses,
now you stand victorious.

Yes, i have been tried and true
to the state of meekness,
my life bearing weakness.
I stand now before hosts

of lost loves, dead company,
who demand tribute,
and reason, that i am the last
fast friend to treason.


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