Selfish

Selfish

A Poem by Andre Peterson

Climbing up the mountain side without a single clue.
With a timber maze before me.
I stand before it with a heavy heart. 
They needed me.
They saw me run.
I still remember the pain in their eyes.
But most of all, I remember the way she looked.
Sad, distant and hurt in her eyes.
I didn't ask for it all.
It was all a selfish act.
I just needed a story to tell.
But now I have nothing.
Not a single breath more.
I hope to never forget this night.
With nowhere else to go, the bitter cold sets in.
I step inside lightly, haunted this sight.

© 2016 Andre Peterson


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There are many things that will be something regretfully haunting and some may argue that actions are all somehow motivated by selfishness in order to survive. However, there are selfless people out there who are kind.

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Added on June 13, 2016
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