Creeping death

by Mark   Dec 21, 2005


I am sitting
There is something coming my way
It threats me
Saying something
I can see a shadow of an almost
Human appearance
Now I run, the words keep running in front of my eyes
I know I can't escape
Though I don't know what is following me
I stand in the light, and the only thing to do now, is to pray.
Silent, but with the believe in hope.
I know now that it is my destiny. I close my eyes,
And with the last breath of mine, I say now I see the light,
by the end of my tunnel.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Jay

    Lovin this poem man :)

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