Death and Dying
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Death And Dying.
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If only I could allow myself to really live
For even just a brief moment
And release my bated breathe
For I dwell in the coldness of darkness
And live a living death
.
No sanctuary can be found
Nor peace of mind
The sun never shines upon my face
A haunted tortured lonely soul left to rot
A leper an outcast separated from the world
Abandoned and forgotten by mankind
.
All I ever wanted
Was my heart to find a home
And feel loved
My wings were clipped long ago
But now I’ve had enough!!!
.
To who it might concern
My insurance documents
Upon my welcomed death
Are kept in a kitchen draw
To pay for my bones and tired soul
To rest.
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Peter Dome©2021.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2021
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