I can feel my final breath
Drawing closer.
I know my eyes are failing
And my heart heavy with the weight
Of all my days.
My limbs no longer listen
To my bidding.
I can sense the sun's light
And the soft glow of it setting.
I feel the need to slip
Beneath that shared horizon
To seek and find whatever
May be waiting there.
I wish to sink as it does
Into bronze faraway seas.
Gentle slide from final day
Without awakening.
That's a desperate poem, why? My poem was humorous in a sense. Life is a bittersweet ballet.10.
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That's a desperate poem, why? My poem was also humorous in a sense. Life is a bittersweet ballet.10.