Billy Loving


Dying - Poem by Billy Loving

Ripping burning flesh
Oozing red blood, so fresh
Blade falls to the ground
Crimson pool starts to surround

Body beginning to grow weak
Wound's unyielding leak
Collapsing to the ground
In my blood, I might drown

Light beginning to dim
My chances, so slim
Loss of consciousness, complete
Silent peaceful sleep, so sweet

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Couplet


Comments about Dying by Billy Loving

  • Sofia Kioroglou (11/3/2015 6:53:00 AM)


    An excellent poem and it really strikes a chord taking into consideration the recent plane crash in the Sinai peninsula. God rest their souls! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015



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