Connor Brown

Rookie (10/12/94)


Poem by Connor Brown

minute by slow minute
I ponder my demise
i lay close to the still stained blade
the clock ticks
and the bell chimes
no tears'll be shed
nor faithful eulogy spoken
a heart can only take so much
and this one has withstood too much
to remain silent

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011