My Death Is Near. Poem by Amy Kerswell
My Death Is Near.
My death is near.
Its on its way to me.
when now Im dragged down.
To hell with life
To hell with people who think I should live.
To hell with the lot.
Razor slicing in
Slicing deeper and deeper in my flesh.
Blood spurting
Blood pouring.
Now life is sweet
I ll have no worries now
Now im gone
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4/24/2024 4:33:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I hope you're gone to write another poem. As poets we all need to express ourselves... when we're feelin' bad and also when we hit the lottery. I attempt to live well... 'cause I know its near, I honestly hope I'm alittle bit closer to the beginning though... which I don't know..