Near Death Poem by james watkin

Near Death



Age, catatonically passed between
In its thinking processes
Doubt, and that more ghastly, Fear.
And will no angel slide up, to whisper
Death's so-called realm, down-winging
'Death is but heavenly near? '

Thursday, August 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: death,angel,fear,doubt
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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