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By leamas Date: 2002 Sep 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.19.10.44.25305]] |
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Refresh The futility of life subtly slithered to me, Like a snake through a corn field it crept, Never showing its face or intention, Until now when it whispered in my ear. My body is weak, My skin is cold, My heart is hard, And my eyes are old. I want to breathe one last time. I yearn to exhale one last triumphant breath, In an act of defiance, showing death that I, Am letting go and that he is not taking from me, Rather I give it freely. I find myself laughing at the frantic people, Worried about everything, About the things that do not matter, While the things that do fall away. I am tired. I want to come in from the cold. |