The clutch of death is waiting
and I am almost there. . .
Few are the years I have now
to live and love and share. . .
every dawn sees my time dwindle.
A contest entry
- almost there by going nowhere.
900 points, ended November 23, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this had that sad underlying tone that i search to find some hope. knowing the end is nearing gives the time to let those you love know, as one knows they should each moment they breathe. i also believe that almost being there is reason to hope. thank you for this thoughtful entry
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Spellbinding...and captivating. Great piece, thank you for sharing...best of luck, ocean!




