The dying need

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a short poem since my pop died ive been trying to get out of this dark place.

Submitted: July 20, 2012

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The darkness comes over me llike the fear of failure

The flame extinguished and the light is my saviour

My last breath, the dying need for air

The light dims faster the more i am aware

I'm leaving this place, to go to another

Where ill see my loved one's and god is my father

The need for life no longer exist's

A gentle hand on my shoulder let's me know iv'e already lived

I'm filled with  warmth, and i feel content

A sudden rush of freedom from the thing's i regret

The feeling we all chase, when judged by self worth

If i  only  felt like this when i was living on earth.


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