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Thu 5 Feb, 2004 06:50 pm
I stand awake
but i'm still lying in bed
I look silently down
at my sleeping head
somehow i know
what i'll never be
a pang of sadness
but mostly greed
a successful job
i'll never have it.
a loving wife
i'll never be
i can hear my breathing
soft and slow
when i'm leaving
i do not know
the night goes on
i stand and stare
witnessing one's death
is surely rare
i feel a presence
one like no other
his clothing black
his face is covered
i saw his hand
pass over my eyes
the breathing stopped
i'd surely died
he took my hand
I'd never felt so calm
we walked into the light
listening to the angels' song
Magnificent poem! It's so touching too...
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