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The 65th Gate

Poetry By: peoplehateme101
Poetry


Tags: Death


Its not kinda funny when you put it that way......


Submitted:Nov 3, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Day 65

We watched the horizon as we walked

Us; a row of five

Six of us remained

She was so cold in my arms; could I not falter in my steps?

One by one

Through the gates

The emaciated metal gates

My legs give out and the pebbles shred my skin

The blood; it runs down my legs

But I remain numb

She's so cold

So heavy

And her eyes

They're shut

And I can't think

And it's all so loud!

My skull hits the ground with a dull cracking sound

They're all silent

They walked into the horizon

Them; a row of four

Six of us remained

We are so cold in their arms; could they not falter in their steps?

One by one

Through the gates

The emaciated metal gates

My mind gives out; my eyelids close

It isn't very loud anymore





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