The Chasing

The world closes in.
I check the situation.
My heart hammers
Against my ribs.
It’s all turning black.
My world is turning for the worst.
I wish I could recall,
What made this moment so.
No one can save me.
The death is creeping,
Creeping, oh, so slowly.
I can feel the pain.
My legs fail me,
I cannot move.
I try to save,
My wasted life.
I trip and fall.
I am here,
From my own account.
The Angel of Death approaches.
Vain is my death.





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Wildheart This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 22, 2009 at 9:16 pm
okay, its official, you are the best. you just got my next poem out of my head....thanks, its this poem that insipired me! thank you soooo much!
 
chetahgirl20 replied...
Jan. 9, 2010 at 10:57 am
Thank you very much! Never had I had someone so uplifting!
 
FlamableFyre This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jan. 9, 2010 at 11:55 am
no problem!
 
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