The UnknownA Poem by Mystery WandererI’m sitting here, Staring. My eyes wander around the room in confusion, Why am I here? No one is giving me answers, No one is
caring. What are they doing? I feel something near
my ear
My vision fades to black, my vision has dissipated. What is that loud, agitating sound? My
heart isn't beating. They've been awaiting this, they felt
anticipated. I feel no life, my life is fleeting.
The sound, everyone, everything stops, I see a light, I’m drawn. My body feels limp, it drops. I feel dead, I’m gone. © 2015 Mystery Wanderer |
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Added on May 4, 2015 Last Updated on October 8, 2015 Author
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