Time beats down Mirroring the thumping Of my pulse As I turn my head and open My eyes for the last time Light like life Seeps out through my lids As flesh becomes feed And earth becomes Flesh reaching its arms To a dawning sun.
04/23/2014
Posted on 04/23/2014Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
I interpret this as a most unusual definition of death! Am I anywhere close?