'Death Stands Still' Poem by David Cleveland
'Death Stands Still'
Death is a place where time stands still.
Everything's blurry, nothing seems real.
And the voices you hear, they cry out in pain.
Screaming in agony, calling your name.
I know those cries; they come from my past.
How long can this go on? How long will it last?
So, I take a knife and look to the sky.
To make them stop, I know I must die.
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