Billy Loving


Mortal Wound - Poem by Billy Loving

Blood from the wound does freely flow
Chances of survival, I don't know
Incessant burning
While the room continues turning
Weakening within
Continuous spin
Growing of the crimson pool
As I reach for the stool
Strength slowly fading
All alone I'm waiting
Sleep begins to overtake
While I struggle to stay awake
Light ceases to exist
The stool I have missed
Darkness all around
Unable to rise from the ground

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Couplet


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015



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