The Last Straw

The Last Straw

The moon was waning in those black skies.
The winding roads losing sight in the dark.
The ominous clouds started to rise.
“It could have changed altogether”, I let out with a sigh.
Would have taken me afar.
With the last straw, I was holding so high.
While in no time everything burned down to the ground.
Soaked in tears, the last straw sank without a sound.

-Arun Bahadur Gurung

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