D. Harris

Rookie (June Tenth, Nineteen-Ninety-Two / Elgin, Illinois)

Into The Mystic - Poem by D. Harris

when the winter sun blows across my door,
i know that death is come.
With his veteran's limp
and his one good eye
i know that he approaches
and, as I watch from afar
the struggles of greater men,
i know he is come for me.
could it be so soon?


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 26, 2010



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