Holding life gently will never
be sufficient.
Suffocating from oxygen deprived
lungs.
Blackness penetrating, pulling the
ankles.
Wrapping around, obscuring the
unconscious body.
The image of a clock slowly winding
down to the last moment.
An evil voice demanding death.
Brought to the last sliver of life.
Struggling to pull back a will losing
hope.
Stretch out a hand.
Grasp the gift of life.
Is this a message of dying?
Is just the act of living of prime
importance?
Grasp life.
Grasping will never suffocate.
Grasp life.
Holding life gently will never
be sufficient.
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be sufficient.
Grasp Life
Suffocating from oxygen deprived
lungs.
Blackness penetrating, pulling the
ankles.
Wrapping around, obscuring the
unconscious body.
The image of a clock slowly winding
down to the last moment.
An evil voice demanding death.
Brought to the last sliver of life.
Struggling to pull back a will losing
hope.
Stretch out a hand.
Grasp the gift of life.
Is this a message of dying?
Is just the act of living of prime
importance?
Grasp life.
Grasping will never suffocate.
Grasp life.
Holding life gently will never
be sufficient.
Read my book of poetry The Greatest Treasure by Amy Romaine Buchanan published by iUniverse.com
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
Read 591 times
Written on 2006-08-27 at 04:21
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