Author's note:
This poem is written by me. My name is Autumn Rinck. Anyone who decides to take my poem, I will report you to the wattpad team because of plagiarizing. This poem took me a long time to write. If you do like my poem comment and tell me whether I should put some more on here. Yes, this photo is of me. Hope you like it
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The Death of Me
I look up, burning eyes, only seeing,
Blurry spaces, no one has familiar faces
I walk further, quiet footsteps,
Quiet like death.
Everything is blurry, everyone is in a
Hurry, I walked further,
The closer I get the farther I feel,
My lips are shut, completely sealed.
The shadow behind me,
Is all I can feel and see
"You're not alone" the shadow says
I thought it was all in my head!
I got to the body laying on the floor,
Running to the door, I trip,
My lips still sealed,
The shadow was death,
And it was the death of me.
