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The voice that haunts me!

Death it’s self

By James mathisPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

As he sits there and yearns for deaths final embrace, finds himself alone in the darkness. The light has escaped his grasp once again. why dosent he have a place for the light to survive inside him . The love that he had for one person had been the only thing keeping him going. As her light flickers and waivers he hears a voice calling for him, a voice within the darkness, that he heard so many times in the past. He free fallS from the edge of the pale light as it starts to go out. The tears so well hidden begin to flow, and the heart of glass begins to crack and slowly break away. With this my friends, my family, and my dearest love he bids the all farewell. That voice that once haunted him, but now beckons him to their side is none other than Death it’s self......

By: James Mathis

surreal poetry

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