Feeling Of Life - Poem by Charlie May
As I lay here on my bed,
I feel death near,
I feel it spread.
The hole inside my heart will see,
All the things it used to be.
Trembling so hard I can't lay in peace.
How can I not laugh,
when death is yet the future of my past.
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