Thoughts in mind held inside
Unheard in cry
What words shall I write
Before I die
Death arrives concealed
Stalking from within
No one hears,
No one sees,
Until we meet again
Next to
A haunting friend
Awaiting to take
My hand from my pen
I struggle to scribble
A final word
Possibly the first
To be heard
Near the end
Of the last line
Written in my life
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1 comment:
Its so touching though so true.
Its always so hard to say goodbye.
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