Rookie - 257 Points (24-09-1997 / Pune, INDIA)

Death - Poem by KAUSHAL SABOO

When I Was Lying In My Bed
Looking At The Ceiling Ahead
I Wondered When Or Why
And If I'd Live Or Die
I Was Prodded And Poked
If Given Something To Eat I'd Choke
The Doctors Said There Was Some Hope
As Long As My Body Could Cope
I Was Hurting And So Were Others
The Hugs, The Candy, The Flowers
Could Not Take Away The Pain
I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Well Again
With The Love Of People That Shared
I Knew That They Were The Ones Who Cared
I Don't Know If This Is A Dream Or If It's True
So Just Tell Me What To Do
Or I'll Die Too Young To Know
And Healing Step By Step Is Very Slow

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 28, 2011

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