Our Death

Our Death

A Poem by R.A. Garcia

Close to me, she found her death,

By my side, she found no rest,

How I tried, I did my best,

To love her wholly, and forget the rest.


It is hard, to watch her go,

Where she went, I don't know,

Is she with, the angels high,

Or down below, where tears flow by.


If I knew, I'd go insane

In her death, I've found my fame,

I sit here, in this cold black rain,

On these tracks, I'll find my train.


Here comes my death again!

© 2014 R.A. Garcia


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Added on March 14, 2014
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