This is the moment
When all things are free
All breath released
All blind can see
This is the moment
When wings of pure white
Descend from above
In the form of a dove
All the blank stares
Of the mourning and sad
Can't catch me now
I can fly, I know how
A hand comes outstretched
A welcome to rest
And I just know
That with you I will go
But I can't seem to move
A harbinger of doom
The forever I'll face
--My life was a waste
So angels can come
And angels can go
But none of them ever
Will take my soul.
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Never Catch Me
PoetryA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15