DEATHBED
the wind is blowing
my last words fly
death is approaching
from where i cannot say
im lying on my deathbed struggling to breathe
coldness creeping up through my knees
now at my neck
I take my last breath
as i close my eyes
and i hear your sobbing goodbyes
i manage a smil
as hades takes my soul
and leaves my body behind
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Beauty in our love | 1 | 02/28/2010 |
| i will KILL u | 1 | 02/20/2010 |
| Starless Nights | 1 | 02/19/2010 |
| i would die for u(this is my last poem) | 0 | 02/18/2010 |
| Nothin to fear but fear itself | 0 | 02/17/2010 |
| DEATHBED | 1 | 02/12/2010 |
| Gods Ways | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| too young to die (in memory of cuzin jay) | 2 | 02/12/2010 |
| Love is dead to me | 1 | 02/07/2010 |
| Lovesick | 3 | 02/07/2010 |
| why are you still here? | 3 | 01/19/2010 |
| What is happiness? | 7 | 01/19/2010 |
| Afraid of myself | 5 | 11/26/2009 |
| to live | 3 | 10/10/2009 |
| MY LIFE IS AN UN READ POEM(song) | 5 | 07/04/2009 |
| Love in nature | 12 | 05/15/2009 |
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