First Person Pronoun: Poems 1 To 5
6 March, 2009
Author: Colin Stewart
As I tunnel out of here
in a cloak of constant fear
it's to the light that I'm getting near
but will you remember me my dear?
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Somewhere else I lay free
to rest in peace and let it be
as DNA will let you see
these bones do not belong to me.
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I close my eyes to make it go away
at least until another day
but procrastination isn't considered cool
when you've impaled yourself with a power tool!
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Of these words I choose I cannot speak
for my spirit is gone and the mind is weak.
I've decided to quit but they'll never know.
Oh God of mercy please let me go.
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Lofty ambitions written in this washroom stall
reflecting society's decline and fall.
The philosopher who sits here will make it clear
he's simply stating "I was here!"
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| Lorna Baglole (209.148.179.121) -- Friday, March 6 2009, 10:09 pm The Poem was excellent. It captures the moment of one's self feelings before death. |
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