The Last Love
A Stormy Journey to Save a Drowning Heart
Love is heavy on my shoulders.
A storm is chasing me,
And I'm running fast.
There are no people around,
And now it's starting to rain.
I'm slipping, help me.
I promised the shore
The ocean would stay calm until we crossed it
To a safe place for our love.
But I was tricked.
Big waves surrounded my boat – the boat of life.
They looked for something,
Found nothing,
And drowned my love.
I know how to fix broken things.
I’ll bring my love back.
I just need help to stop the storm,
And ask the sky to stop the rain.
Is there a flying bed?
Where is the moon?
Are there any trees?
Nothing...?
If I fall and can’t get up,
And the storm takes me and my love away,
The world will lose something special.
For this is the last love on my weak shoulders.
Then no one’s boat
Will cross the stormy waters of the world.
O sky! You see everything!
Become a wall!
Save love.
Be a hero.
About the Creator
Sandeep Kumar
Hi, I'm Sandeep Kumar, a fiction writer from Delhi, India. I joined Vocal Media to share my stories with a wider audience and to connect with other writers and readers.
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