Dying

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: The Grand Circus
She's talking to me

Submitted: June 16, 2017

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I think I'm dying

She's always there

But I can't be sure

If she;s really there

I ask my mother

she doesnt care

she says no woman is standing there

I think I'm dying

she;s here to reap

I think I'm dying

closer she creeps

I think I'm dying

she's watching me

I think I'm dying

come die with me

Within my home

my darknened room

I sit alone

drowned in gloom

she sit beside me

she always talks

I welcome her voice

above the ticking clocks

In tandem and rhymn

she dances in time

With me on my feet

we dance and weep

She is not here

She is not there

But to me and my mind

You answer is not fair

You hear me laugh

You hear me scream

You hear my voice

a joyous thing

They think me mad if I dont talk

they think me mad when I stalk

I think I'm dying

when she is around

I think Im dying when she is in town

I think Im dying when she sits in the dark

when she lays with me

when the her voice starts

I think I'm dying its a wondrous thing

I think I am dying

 

COME DIE WITH ME.


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