Dying Poem by Melissa Blackmon Bella
Dying
DYING
It keeps gnawing at me and
biting at my soul.
How can I stop it?
It will only stop
if I am born again,
by his refreshed love,
or it I die.
But I am already dead.
How many times can your
heart and soul die? ?
Friday, November 28, 2008
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