there is no life boat
coming to save me
I am drowning
slowly in the river of Time
there is no hope
no life line
will save me
death comes slow and painful
it comes constantly
as an arrow aimed at me
that will wound but will not kill
each moment there is less that I can do
each moment there is less I care to do
one could say I've given up
there is so little to hold on to
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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