death
Life whirling around me,
Friends and family I thought I'd never again see,
I'm in a tornado with memories, lost and forgotten,
Some elating and some rotten,
Swirling around me,
What I was and what I turned out to be,
The gray abyss tells me my own story,
The truth-The lovely, and the gory,
I feel all lucid thought slipping away,
Even the knowledge of how I died today,
I soon have nothing left to feel,
And yet this whole scene is almost to real,
Just as my fingertips loose their grip,
And I start to slip,
Into dark and unending eternity,
I feel a shock,
And I'm back!
Poetry by Brielle Guesstell
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Written on 2007-05-24 at 03:28
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Death
DeathLife whirling around me,
Friends and family I thought I'd never again see,
I'm in a tornado with memories, lost and forgotten,
Some elating and some rotten,
Swirling around me,
What I was and what I turned out to be,
The gray abyss tells me my own story,
The truth-The lovely, and the gory,
I feel all lucid thought slipping away,
Even the knowledge of how I died today,
I soon have nothing left to feel,
And yet this whole scene is almost to real,
Just as my fingertips loose their grip,
And I start to slip,
Into dark and unending eternity,
I feel a shock,
And I'm back!
Poetry by Brielle Guesstell
Read 652 times
Written on 2007-05-24 at 03:28
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