Sometimes they can tell as Death creeps ever near,
Sometimes they can see his face, watch his glee.
Suddenly there's a stab of fear
I can feel its strike even through me.
"This is how I will die."
They think.
They never even got to say goodbye.
A breath, then they start to sink.
A life so precious, so easy to give,
and yet it can be so hard for me to live.
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Misty Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote. Some are short, some are funny, and some are sad. All are strong and bring emotion to the table. Hope you enjoy!
