Murk after SunsetA Poem by ZoaIt's a poem about a patient at the verge of death, expressing the last emotions that the person feels while lying on the bed.
Had I known about my sunset,
I would have appreciated my sunrise. My life in its entirety is now a regret, And all I could hear was their deep cries. Golden hues yield to evening murk, But I was persistent for my sun's rising whisper. My eyes closed but my ears tried to lurk, They call my name as their voices quiver. The story of my life flashes like a movie, And the movie ends with my last breath. My soul is prepared to leave me, And escape from the series of life and death. The line stopped reaching its peak, And they felt my palm's winter chill. It was no more a game of hide and seek, And, I left the space with no one to fill. © 2024 ZoaAuthor's Note
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