Death holds me in its grip
And will never let me go
Tho I walk with this death
It seems I've not walked slow
I ask you, is this the true
And why, must it be so
All that I have to give
Few will ever know
Give me the time I need
So people I can show
The words I wrote to them
Will not, burn with me below
2 comments:
Hopefully they blaze a path for folks long after your soul has left us behind...
Snaggle:
few will read
the words that
I've put down
after I am dead
Still thank you for
the words you
put down about
what is in my head
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