One last sight

by zera hardy   Aug 28, 2007


Blood flows from my wrist
As the wind blows it turns to mist
to take me on one last flight
down to the cemetery for one last sight
to see the sun as it dies
and see the darkness take over the skys
now it is time for me to depart
from this world that i made my start

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  • 17 years ago

    by Shay

    It's a good poem. =-)

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