Poetry: Facing death - by Evelyn G Ward

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by Evelyn G Ward

Created on: July 04, 2008

One last wheezing breath
death, comes in the night
old and the frail
young without fear.
Sadness lifelessly expressed
left behind
crying drained tearfully
bleak, the havoc wreaked.

No more mundane days
no more laying in bed
warm in each other
comfortably content then
cold uncomplicated ache
pumps pessimistically though me.

Eyes blurred, bleak and dry
no more tears left to cry
looking inside
desperately deflated
a vacant empty space
nothing without you.

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