No need to imagine, there is heaven.

Life After Words

I died

Every now
and then

I died

It's the words

They're killing me

Telling me what kind of man I am
and what to do about that

Never let me to be

So I died
again and again

Until the words
find their end

And my soul free to be
the man I am


Poetry by uwie
Read 816 times
Written on 2007-04-06 at 20:40

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