Sweat leaks from my open pores.
My sweaty skin covered in open sores.
My body sick and my mind unwell.
All around me looks like hell.
My loved ones sigh and cry.
They have that feeling i'm going to die.
Dark clouds begin to rain.
From my body life does drain.
Then darkness all around.
No longer i hear a living sound.
My soul departs to a higher place.
No longer i'm part of this earthly rat race.
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Author:
Wallace (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2018 02:48
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Comments1
Wish you'd tell us what you saw when you got there!
Hi Lorna, once I arrive there I will send you pictures.
Thanks for reading.
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