The curse of life or of death

A Poem by Kiari Sabon

Shallow is the beating of my heart

So easily could it cease to beat

And the cold figure tips of death would cease me

But alas life is cruel

and I would emerge from the icy grips of death with a sharp breath

into the emptiness of the world

for I am more than dead

and life itself is my hell

© 2013 Kiari Sabon

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Added on January 10, 2013
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Author

Kiari Sabon

morehead, KY

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Im broken its as simple as that but it seems all writers have seen the darkest and brightest moments being able to capture the hearts of so many. I can't bring myself to talk to those i should but whe.. more..

Writing

Unlovable