After Death
As my vision started to blur
I know I will pass
I cannot control it,
My eyes got misty
My hands were cold as ice
My nose didn’t accept the air to pass through
And my mouth started to whisper something
I can’t breathe
I guess it’s my time’
I saw the light
And now I can see it clearly
Angels don’t really have wings.
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SCAR OF LIFE(poetry)
PoetryA short poem that will captivate your heart in believing that wounded heart and mind cannot be healed... Through past years of waiting for miracle to happen but no one came... Being naive to what really happen during your innocent age.. Maybe your n...
