Death's Hands On My Shoulder
Death dangles his hands in my front
Like a pendulum Bob,
Yet,I'm not scared ,
even though I lost my entire family
in s fatal auto crash,I'm not afraid ,
Got deformed in a gas explosion ,
Losing my foster parent ,I remain
unperturbed; I will over come,
My eyes are dry like moist desert ,
My heart is frozen;frozen with sorrow ,
My emotions are dead,dead! to the outside world ,
My love is sour and my soul cannot be consoled,
For those that I love are no more ,
And now I battle with prostrate cancer,
As death rest his hands on my shoulders,
This romance will soon end.
7-29-2017
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