Author: Abbey Grimm Dawn PM
One of my short poems, as usual. I love writing longer ones, but those never come easily to me. Also, the category this poem is under is kind of an oxymoron as the category is Life and the poem is Death. Get it? Ah, never mind.Rated: Fiction T - English - Spiritual/Poetry - Words: 85 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-30-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2965634
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A/N: This is one of my very, um, strange (?) poems. I had no idea what I was doing while writing it.
I will never be able to walk again
Never be able to speak
Never be able to see
Never be able to breathe
The only thing I will happily do
Is pass into eternal sleep
A/N: So... how was it? Pickingupthepieces, no you will NOT review saying it's awesome on account of death. It's getting boring, you know?