Looking down at your face
Body covered in lace
I can't help but think
Of your former grace
The way that you walked
The battles you fought
The words we would say
The way that you talked
Your face is so pale
Your limbs spin a tale
Of the years you will spend
buried beneath the shale
YOU ARE READING
Never Catch Me
PoetryA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15
