I Awaited My Death - Poem by Curtis Luck
Mournings end and tortures friend go hand in hand with affliction.
Death will rise in the hour of demise a sign of destruction.
In the life lost an ultimate cost shall be payed no more, no less
No sign of death yet I sense this is my grave.
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