Dying Poem by Kareem Abdulrahim

Dying

Rating: 3.5


I wither
into nothing
like a Burnt Spider.

I shatter
and Turn into dust...
the wind blows all of what remains.
Away.

My dreams
Turn into nightmare's.
And Angel's become Demon's.

I Drown
Inside my Flooded City
of Broken Dreams
And Lost Hopes.

I Die
Everyday of my Life
A little more
Every Moment....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Melvina Germain 24 October 2006

Angels become demons, well, they would have to have been fallen angels for sure. Another poem of darkness, like falling into a deep hole and can't get out. Could this be a form of depression, I wonder. Interesting poem--Melvina

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