It's starting to seem that I know death more than life.
Is it just me, or are the numbers not adding up right?
I take a deep breathe, but the pain is still there.
I've tried to hold on to you; but I'm still gasping for air.
I hold you in my dreams, but it won't be the same.
Just this one last time will you call my name?
Your voice rings in my ears, echoes from the past.
It's not over I scream. But life isn't made to last.
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Author:
Ashley Rae (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 2008 my papaw passed away suddenly to a stroke. 2013 my dad passed away due to a blood clot otherwise healthy, it happened super fast and unexpected. 2017 my grandma suddenly passed, she had lost her mind, voice and vision but albeit was still very healthy. Death turned into an \\\"old friend\\\" of mine. As to not dwell on the misery, this came to me one night and it explained what I was feeling wholeheartedly very well.
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Comments1
It’s a great read. Hits home.
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