Leaving This Life

November 18, 2008
By Gabby Evans, Hebron, MD

Leaving This Life

Slipping downward, down, down, down,
Fingers touching all, fingers feeling none,
Heart beating, soft for a beat,
Never stopping, still trying,
Eyelids forget to blink, blurring eyes’ vision
Lines become fuzz, colors to haze,
Till nothing makes sense anymore.
Hearing a roar, a silent
Roar, a dying lion, becoming wind,
So no one fears its presence,
Doesn’t even know, until
There’s nothing to be done,
Except to accept, and move on.


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