Sunday, February 15, 2015

A Brush With Death


I know the life I've lived
If you knew it, you would have to agree
I deserve not a thing from Above
Not even one plea
While I laid in the mud
Asking Him for one breath
All the while
Hearing the steps of Death
I came to see
It would have been just
To once again
Become only dust.

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