Sunday, June 14, 2009

The Dying Room Comments

Rating: 2.5

On the first day she was borderline.
It was white and sunny, the Dying Room
They gave me a rich tea biscuit the colour of clay
With weak tea, served in a hospital mug.
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Sheena Blackhall
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Akhtar Jawad 28 April 2018

I sat in silence by her silent bed. A very impressive and touching poem.

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Melissa Patty 14 July 2015

Well spoken., This poem made me feel every single single emotion.

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Sheena Blackhall

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