Heart pounding
running out of control
Mind racing
like a frieght train
Pulse speeding
down a oneway track
Final conclusion
a twisted tangle wreck
Lungs gasping
to get some air
Eye's failing
I no longer see
Body aching
hurting all the time
Time slipping
Through my fingertips
Life flashes
right before my eye's
Grim Reaper
waits down the hall
Words spoken
rest in enternal peace
End result
death calling for me
October 19 2008
Please tell me what you think
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We can certainly look at life this way in our more pessimistic moods. I know I have; and you express it very well. Good dark poem and very well expressed. Yes, death is calling to us all; but I do not see it as and end; but a transition. Death is something that we all need to come to terms with sooner or later. Take care and thank you for sharing this with us.
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Thank you for reading my poem. I write whats comes into my mind and sometime i dont always understand it. Maybe this was my higher power telling me not to take life for granted. Once again thank you
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This poem is a little morbid, but well-penned.
I really like the analogy in the first stanza.
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Morbid yes
I have no clue where this came from but in the middle of the night strange things happen lol.... I agree whole hearted that this is morbid. Thanks for reading.
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