The dark smell of death seemed to invade the dim lit corridor.
All the way from his room.
The room where he lay motionless.
A disfigured face left by a lifeless man.
He's not coming back.
This is not the man I knew.
This is not my....
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2 comments:
I really like this poem hun - it strikes a chord with me.
K
I guess that might be because you have been there before and understand .... love ya babe!
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