Sita Madu Wynn

Rookie - 28 Points (15th MAY 1983 / Maryland, USA)

~the Last Moments~ - Poem by Sita Madu Wynn

An arrow pierced,
Through my heart,
Shredding veins to bits,
While my blood boils in ripples,
Gushing profusely as if,
From a wine barrel.

I struggled to stay alive,
Battling with an agonizing spirit,
And my blood, scarlet,
Flows everywhere.

As I lost consciousness,
I heard its call,
Sending me away,
To the realms beyond the earth,
'Come, there is no turning back'
And I answered,
Leaving my flesh behind.

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  • (7/23/2007 1:20:00 PM)

    Wow what a beautiful poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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