Dying Alone
Dying Alone.
We all fear dying alone
And decaying to the bone.
So I sit at home on my own
And let out a groan.
Waiting slowly to get it over with
And I just wish it was a myth.
No one will ever know
That it was my time to go.
My body will waste away
And my organs will turn grey.
I will have just disappeared
Which for some would just be weird.
My home will sit and rot
And turn into a weak spot
I wanted a person to care
And always be there.
We all fear dying alone
And decaying to the bone.
Copyright © Hope Warmoth | Year Posted 2015
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