In My Time of Dying
Palisades fall through the
vastness of my vision. Unparallel equinox
sooths the passing of my soul.
Blood races infinitely through my weakened body.
My thoughts begin to cloud. My heart beats are slow and heavy.
Emptiness before my eyes.
An endless nightmare of unexpected calamity.
It ended suddenly and painfully.
Yet in my time, one thought remains
heavy in my being
You.
It is my last pain, my
last joy, my last hope.
My final breath is short but creates earthquakes
in a land once loved.
I am not remembered.
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