February 15, 2011
Gone, withering,
Now I feel every time I breathe,
Sickness spreading.
My life is a gift from He.
A great blessing from God to me.

Now I can’t think,
About anything else but dying,
Leaving this brink.
Death blackens all my reasoning.
I pray I am imagining.

Now I can dream,
Of a field of no more worries.
Each step I scream,
Let me live for one last ice cream.
Now I slip and it fades; the gleam.

Now I can see,
My Earthly distress has now ceased.
I feel so incredibly free!
My heart misses not any pieces,
Bar those that grieve the death of me.

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dragonluver62897 said...
Mar. 24, 2011 at 7:34 pm
That was a very deep poem. I love it@
Bonus_Weetee67 replied...
Nov. 24, 2011 at 12:53 pm
(I apologize for my lateness) thank you so much! Be sure to check out my other work! :)
dreamgazer12 said...
Mar. 20, 2011 at 3:35 pm
Thats a beutifull poem. You did a wonderfull job. I really like your wording, I can relate to it.
Kendyllis_creative replied...
Mar. 21, 2011 at 6:28 pm
Wow, thank you so much. That is exactly what I was going for. :)
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