Death

Death

A Poem by Ruminating Archaeologist
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yeah, I know, it's really depressing. it kind of creeps me out as well.

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death is silent, creeping, hovering
over shallow breaths
as the stand-byers wait, wait, wait
in suffocating darkness, the feeling
of what is to come crawling up the back of their throats
death stands, a shadow, then in a quick step has done its will.
emotions rush over, fogs the mind, numbs surroundings, makes
the living feel surreal
as we clench hard our fists and squeeze shut our eyes
not wanting to think anymore
and yet sadly glad
that suffering has ceased.

© 2011 Ruminating Archaeologist


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Added on May 27, 2011
Last Updated on May 28, 2011
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Ruminating Archaeologist
Ruminating Archaeologist

Paradoxical Cerebrum, IN



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Since 8th grade, I've been writing and I honestly can say I've improved. My deviant art account is normally where I'm stationed, and I use it frequently. I also have a fanfiction.net account, and I'm .. more..

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