nonsense to a cry of death
i do not know what the hour is as death comes so often
may be i have taken this as a jokeÂ
but i can feel the end so nearÂ
at times i cannot see
and i feel lost in this place of noise and chatter and loudness
it would last for hours
and i will cry out muttering nothing
words i do not know
and when it is over
i would be wet in sweat like a bath upon my skin
and my body will be numb to all feelings or sensesÂ
at time i would pray
and in my sadden feelings rock back and more
continuously in tears until i sleep
into a slumber of dreadful dreams
red eyesÂ
dry mouth open
breathing breathless breaths
fainting a death it seems
restless in believe in play
and passing time
it must end ...it must endÂ
as my blood clots
time to open the Glorious Book ....and worship
trying to find the right path
bow down bow down
i must face East from where i stand
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And this is a glorious write...pinned my friend đź’•
Thank you Marion
This is another rather special write from you, Lorris! Pinned because I know I will want to read it again xÂ
Thank you Being Me