My Death Poem by Laura Rodriguez

My Death



You're not here with me,
therefore I'm falling apart.
Your arms are no longer here
to keep me from breaking.
I know you're dead,
therefore,
I will die with you.
In front of your gravestone,
I will pull the trigger.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dick Badian 01 November 2009

I do hope this is only a poem?

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