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As She Lay Dying

As She lay Dying

written by: odonko-ba



Her voice but a whisper as

Death clutches her tiny frame

Her eyes dirty windows unbreachable

As her sins

She takes to the grave


She tries in vain to convey her pain

As her words

Rattle rasp and hiss



The language of the dead


For surely she knows

Her death given her pain

Will be a welcoming comfort


She closes her eyes in anticipation

Her breathing short and laboured


Her mind and body have betrayed her

Fragile and frail

Wrought of disease this husk of a shell

That was once so beautiful


Soiled in excreta


Silently crying as

She lay dying

Ravaged by unwanted

Memories of a time

Long Gone


Living is easy she


It is death that is hard

And with that final thought

She gasped

And she was gone



I might not be the smartest apple to fall from the tree but believe me, the resonance of my impact resoundingly reverberates the tree stirring emotions and messaging egos in quiet retribution. I am a moody anti-social introvert. Meaning: I Trust No One. My best friend is myself. My companion ~ my dog.
I write because I must. It is my life-line. My Beacon in a world cloaked in darkness, steadfast upon destruction, blinded by their own selfish needs...I write because I must, to maintain my sanity in an otherwise insane world.
Welcome to my humble sanctum

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