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Death

July 1, 2012
By DarkAngelxox BRONZE, Wexford, Other
DarkAngelxox BRONZE, Wexford, Other
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In an internal slumber,
I dream of death.
Bold and vivid and calm.
In the mist of war he shall appear,
To claim the victims of time.

Even though I'm not awake,
I feel him by my side.
Fresh roses after a days work,
The smoothness of cold silk,
The lightness of a cloud.

A cold chill runs down my spine,
By the touch of bone.
I know it's death, for he waits,
By my hospital bed.


The author's comments:
I know this may sound cheesy but this poem was written from my heart.
I hope readers will see the hidden meanings in my words.

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