So Cold
I lay there and feel the cold. It is so cold! Is it the ground I'm lying on, or is it my life escaping me? I try to focus. Try to figure out how I got here. What happened? I see my blood in front of me on the floor. So red, so cold. I keep blinking... rapidly. Scared that if my eyes stayed closed to long, they'll never open again. So cold! Now I know how some people die with their eyes open. They too did not want to give in to the cold. They too fought with every ounce of energy they could produce. So cold! My minding is screaming out "ITS NOT MY TIME TO DIE". But then I hear a voice and it says "yes it is". No longer do I feel so coldSo Cold
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Tags: Death
Poem Commentary
My view of the "other" side of death.
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11-29-2009
- Fatboy, this was very good. i enjoyed reading it. i almost felt like i was getting cold and dieing while reading this. well.. not actually dieing but...i could see it. ya know.. yeah, it was really good. great job. =]
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11-29-2009
- wow fatboy very powerful stuff. my husband was murdered and he died in my arms-he did say he was cold. chilling! great imagery.well done!
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11-29-2009
- WOW!!! I hope you never feel this way. Good write honey. Koolmom
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