Fading light
My blood pooling by my side,
return to me before I have died.
I can feel my life begin to slide,
starting its darkening ride.
My blood I beg and plead,
you’re the fuel my body needs.
The darkness on my light it feeds,
as I lay here and watch me bleed.
Faintly I can hear its call,
this darkness I attempt to stall.
Towards your puddle I slowly crawl,
before my brightness falls.
My blood pooling as I die,
return to me you would not try.
Trapped under a darkening sky
for my soul please quietly cry.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As the feeling of death approaches you, what will you be needing to live?
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