by leah guarin
Published on: Apr 13, 2007
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Type: Poetry

My eyes closed
Darkness encircled the room
I sat at the filthy couch
My senses numbed
The phantom of death slowly dragging me
To the soil where putrid seed grows
To the grave, my resting place
Slowly, I ran out of air
The church bells rang
Was it Christmas?
My breathing stopped
My life, like my love
Passed away



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