Dying

Allan J. Renaldo

 

 

My heart beats so very
Slow.
My hands shake, my lips
Quiver.
My breathing
Stops,
Shudders,
Quickens,
Stops,
Quickens.
My blood
Boils.
My foot twitches,
Shakes,
Stills.
My mind races,
Races,
Races,
Blanks.
Heart bounds,
Eyes shut,
Eyes open,
Eyes shut.
Tears escape.
Breath escapes.
Soul escapes.
Life escapes.

  • Author: Allan (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2018 23:44
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
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