Paul McAnaney

Rookie (15/041984 / Mullingar, Co. Westmeath, Ireand)

Death Note - Poem by Paul McAnaney

I feel tired now as i lay here
waiting for deaths gentle embrace
for i cannot bear to face a life
so empty, it is such a waste,
For this is my death note.

Maybe not today,
Maybe not tomorrow
but someday i will begin
to fade and on that day
and in my memory will lay
this death note.

As the glow of life turns
to the darkness of death,
the darkness encases me,
enters me into an eternal slumber,
This is my death note.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2009


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