at the er with deathA Poem by Kiari Sabonthe endThe 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 SabonFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorKiari Sabonmorehead, KYAboutIm 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
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