Jon Doe

Passing - Poem by Jon Doe

I'm losing what I live for,
I'm living loves undone,
Strung upon the floor,
While I wait for the sun,

My tapered lungs so bare,
The tiles beneath me, soft,

Colors the approaching day,
The day which lights the frost,

My gasps reach a high place,
That I may no longer see,
Because I have wished for this,
So now stands my reality

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010

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