at the er with death

at the er with death

A Poem by Kiari Sabon
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the end

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The water drips. The candles flicker and I grow sicker. Death is in the waiting room. The doctor is dead hit in the head. All is mad and the child is sad. Deaths child is now mad. "The sickness is to slow. Why don’t they die dad?" Death is now with disease. "Don’t worry daughter it will be over soon."

© 2011 Kiari Sabon


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I like where it's going but there are a few spelling errors that you should check up on. Also, it seems like your trying a bit to hard to rhyme at some parts. I dont know for sure, but it's just kinda the feeling I get when I read it towards the middle. I like the scenery too.
Over all though, It's good. Keep up the nice work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I like where it's going but there are a few spelling errors that you should check up on. Also, it seems like your trying a bit to hard to rhyme at some parts. I dont know for sure, but it's just kinda the feeling I get when I read it towards the middle. I like the scenery too.
Over all though, It's good. Keep up the nice work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Kiari Sabon
Kiari Sabon

morehead, KY



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