My strength slowly slips in slight movements
As time ticks turning the clocks small hands
Slowly, it gets harder to breathe
Slowly, I realise that
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A lovely poem, you have captured the melancholy beautifully.
So don't weep at my bed, sweetheart So don't redden your face on my account, dearest So don't let me feel distress or pain, fair child, Lest that face be carved into my memories as I go onto eternity A lovely poem full of emotions. well expressed. it should never end in desperation. life should always glimmer in hope even in the last moments. thank you. tony
I invite you to join our new editorial project: '' POETRY AGAINST INEQUALITY '' - DEADLINE: February 20; - 1 POEM (in English) of maximum 25 lines; - SUBJECT: 'INEQUALITY' as it is described in the OXFAM Report 2016 (released on Jan.18) . Cheers Fabrizio