Slow Coast
I mourn a friend who
Could not stop running
On the wheel.
Every day he filled with
Chores created of his
Own doing.
A few days before his
Heart gave out he said
I’m tired.
I had spoken to him
Before about the candle’s
Two-end wick.
He heard me speak but
His eyes saw an image of
A coward.
He was given quite the
Farewell, which I am
Sure he desired.
I lost a friend whom I
Hoped to slow coast
To the fires.
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