kaitlyn ann

Living Death - Poem by kaitlyn ann

As I am flying through the sky
I look down
I see my family crying
i asked myself why,
Why are they crying?
Then I realized that I was dieing
I wished the doctor was lying
I too started crying
they left me alone
and screaming
I screamed no
I can't die
I must be dreaming
I thought I was at home in bed
sleeping not in a coffin
with my family weeping
this must be a nightmare
this can't be true
I wish I could just wake up
but I never was awakened
because it wasn't a dream I
was dead

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  • (3/25/2007 7:00:00 PM)

    ...that being so was this ghost written? (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011

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