A tide rising,
Waves are crashing,
Lapping at sand,
Chasing then abating,
Is this life?
A deer flees,
Foliage becomes blur,
A rising sound,
Paws in pursuit,
Stumble and fall,
Is this death?
Rhythm of breathing,
In and out,
Eyes are closed,
But still hearing,
Voice the diagnosis,
Hands on mine,
"Pull the plug",
I'm still here,
Chase the flatline,
Then a bright light,
Into the unknown.
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The Color Black
PoesiaThis is a collection of poetry, ranging from my older works to newer - all dark in nature and some even darker in intention. Some could even say it is akin to The Color Black. Authors note: Many of these poems are purely or largely based off of the...
