Angel of Death

October 7, 2006

i close my eyes
and i am there again
dirt is falling into my mouth
surreal

they're standing above me
shovels in hand
they can't see my opening eyes
with their tear-filled eyes
cowering

more dirt
coming so quickly
it's heavy now
stifled

the breaths won't come
chest is too heavy
only my tears flow
through the fine, fresh dirt
returning

screaming the screams
noone can hear
but me
and my friend
light

as before
she is here to guide me
into the light
taking flight
free

Type: Poetry

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