I Will Die With a Pen in my Hand

I will die with a pen in my hand

Pressed on to paper

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I will be driving

The time I have

To think the most

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My death will be

The traumatic result of inattentiveness

I will be thinking of you

As I so often do

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I will be deep in thought

In mid-sentence

When I collide

With an unexpecting passerby

Too worried to lose a line

Not worried enough to lose my life

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I will be mangled

My blood will shed

Blood that will cover my poem

I wrote for you

That you'll never see

Just like the others

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My skull will be cracked

My thoughts free to escape

My second biggest fear

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My throat will be lacerated

As I will never be able to speak

The words I long to tell you

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My chest will be open

My heart missing

It is still sitting on your shelf

With the others

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My abdomen eviscerated

The queasy feeling I have

When I am with you

Will seep out

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My legs broken

They'll never tremble again

As I will never be with you again

I'll be dead