Run.
by Jennifer Axder on March 30. © All rights reserved
Now near death, he called his maid.
Because fear of dying alone was taking place.
A man so broken and hurt from the years.
Lays in his bed with so many tears.
For he fears death more than the glares.
Now in silence, he watches his gear for he can no longer bear.
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A Sound From Deep Within.
PoesiaA collection of my poems By: Jennifer.M . Axder All images are from google.