Jennie Renee Sparrow
Grave Of Emeraude - Poem by Jennie Renee Sparrow
As you have looked upon me throughout the years, We have all unfortunately shared more than a few tears.
My light has grown dim and my sight has lost its vision, Then the time comes when my breath begins to weaken.
I speak these words slowly as my faded lips try to speak the words clearly, Countless stories that I still haven't told you honestly.
My words do not appear as they once did before, See my face and my lifeless body for the last time before you close my coffin door.
Who knows how long the door shall remain closed, Unwanted death wishes, delicate wisdom, and a new future is proposed.
Given this introduction I must say the hand I was dealt was certainly with slight intrusion, A somber knock from a mortal ending of death's birth was found in its own confusion.
But with what empathy for myself shall I owe this foreign hypocrisy, That has been brought before me from the hidden truth of Immortality.
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