Death Poem by Aaron Rigodon

Death



My life is whitering
like a fair flower losing it's leaves,
I remain invisible in this world
like air blowing in the Earth,
the grim reaper
takes me away as I sail the river styx
My soul shuttered by the screams
of the dead
the burning ashes
suffocating my lungs.

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Aaron Rigodon

Aaron Rigodon

Elmhurst, New York
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