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ON Her Deathbed, by me
Category: Writing and Poetry
On her deathbed, young and filled with ache, Eighteen years old, with nothing left to stake. Her world is a quiet, desolate room, Where even hope seems buried in gloom. The walls are barren, the air is still, Her breaths come short, and time stands still. She peers through shadows at a life not lived, An empty heart, with nothing left to give. No comfort in the cold and lonely space, » Continue Reading