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Aurora Mccabe Poem
the chilled wind from the dark winters night kissed me my last goodnight
Walking,walking,walking was all I could do
Every step I took there was a crunch from the crisp new snow that had fallen.
I decided to sit underneath an old dying oak tree
The cold paralyzed my lungs and froze my bones
The old cold man jack frost took me away
I always had wondered what death would be like
The cold overcame me, and I lost the will to live
It was as peaceful as a hot bubble bath
Copyright © Aurora Mccabe | Year Posted 2011
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Aurora Mccabe Poem
In the darkened night
You can hear whispering in the wind
And Hear howls that are for the moon
The bony hands of trees scratching at you as you walk past
All of a sudden a scream tears through the blackness
Run as fast as you can, be careful not to fall
Jump over logs, climb up rocks
As you get there, It's too late
You look down and the puddle of blood
You look and the paled body that is now cold with death
Look around, can you see the person that has done this?
No, they are gone
You were too late
Now she's dead to the world
Asleep forever
In eternal rest
Copyright © Aurora Mccabe | Year Posted 2011
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