A Poet Sees Death Poem by Janis Land Raymer

death toll rises
patience non-existent
cadavers scream
their pain...
the camel's
buried in a big
straw stack
tragedy and misery
my closest companions
the heart races
the soul hemorrahages...
dreams, hopes, desires
the end of life...time
heaviness, and blackness
i sit on my floor
staring at the door
the door to life....with him
the razor stings
my eyes widen as...
blood flows slowly yet...
generously down the arm.
my head spins
reality and unreality seem to
combine...
i drift slowly above myself
and sadly watch my self die
finally...escape.





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