Ed Meek

At The End

He was so old his bones seemed to swim in his skin.
And when I took his hand to feel his pulse
I felt myself drawn in. It was as faint
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Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Free Verse


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  • Kelly KurtKelly Kurt (8/13/2015 3:28:00 PM)

    An evocative, well written piece

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