LEXES OF A POET

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Chapter 4 (v.1) - IT’S TOO LATE

Submitted: March 23, 2013

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Submitted: March 23, 2013

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The blood, it runs,

Slowly dripping down my arm

 

The knife it lays,

Sitting still upon the floor

 

Why this happened,

I’ll never tell

 

All you need to know,

If anything at all

 

Every drop a release of what is,

What was contained within

 

My eyes are closing,

I can hear the end approaching

 

I can feel the stinging, the pain,

But this pain, it’s refreshing

 

A sign that I’m alive,

A reminder of what I am

 

But my life is slipping away,

Slowly escaping my being; my soul

 

My breathing, becoming slower

Breath after breath

 

My heart is steady, but not for long,

As the blood runs faster, out of control

 

The end is near, I can feel it coming

As I take my last breath

 

I can see it now, as it consumes,

The light, then darkness, it’s all upon me now

 

There is a fine line,

Between what is and what could be

 

But this, it is and what could be is now here

There’s not much time left,

 

The time has come, to leave, to go,

As I do so, I take my final breath

 

My body; lying still upon the floor,

A bloody knife, the proof

 

And the blood, moving cautiously,

As it covers the perimeter of what now is


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