Death

by Dannielle Jones   Oct 30, 2007


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Lonely at day asleep at night at every hour minute second I wait,
Waiting for something anything wait,
There is something looming near close by,
But what could it be?
Could it change everything about my life?
I sit there waiting then I find it’s nothing at all,
I walk away sad and lonely,
I hear a noise,
I really do,
I stop … nothing,
I went to sleep but as I walked away I knew something would happen to me and It did that very next day,
No one came, no one at all,
I had lived lonely,
But now not living at all.

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