On Dying
By 1stpoet
On Dying I lay on cold cement dying Knowing that stone would stand where I would eternally lay The blood from the gunshot seems as quicksand as it pools and coagulates, pulling me, and my life into it The bullet burns breathing scorches my lungs as the acidic taste of gunpowder enters my mouth I am to the world translucent and my feelings are void to those who just pass and stare I long to reach out skyward yet my extremities are numb and darkness enters my eyes as spasms enter my body Mother comes to mind, as I imagine her contractions of birth William Dawes December 3, 2000 Written December 3rd, 2000 © on Dec 15 2001 06:47 AM PST 0 • 1
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"On Dying..."