Death of someone Dear
by Trezure Fenton





Death is coming closer

I feel the fingers brush my thigh

I run with all my power, I

give it everything I can.

I see you, playing

with our child, then I see

Death, he gets to you.

So I lay next to you

my beautiful Wife and

our darling son, both

of you were taken from

me. So I lay there, tears

streaming down my face

pain so sharp I know

that while I sit here

that I can’t live without

her. I love her.

So I laid there

with my beautiful wife and

our boy, hurting-crying

over loosing them-so bad. I laid,

and there I died.

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