If you knew I was dying would it change you?A Poem by dukovan
In this sinking ship in a crowded room,
no one here knows what to do. Not how to sleep or how to die. For now we're alive seeing eye to eye. The ghost are pushing through their skin. Anticipation is growing thin. Pass the time through eerie fate. Hold on tight and don't be late. I remembered my mother first and the contents of her purse. It was never clean and that makes me laugh. The wine has ruined your favorite dress. The wood caught fire at the bow. I wont live to see it go out. The kingdom comes in many ways. I hope we all end up in the same place. © 2012 dukovan |
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