Waiting Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

Waiting



Now I'm waiting,
For death to come.
Now I'm waiting,
To go to hell.

Now I'm waiting,
For spirits to soar.
To take me away,
Away to death.

It has me,
In its cold hands.
It has me,
Waiting for death.

Saturday, October 27, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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