With every tear I shed
I get closer and closer
To an eternal bed
With every word I hear
I get father and farther
From you my dear
With every gentle touch
I get more and more frightened
Of my fatal thoughts
With every short breath
I get more and more attached
To the idea of death
YOU ARE READING
Never Catch Me
PoesieA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15