Lying in this uncomfy hospital bed,
Waiting for my deceased.
My hollow heart beats:
Gore got into my arteries.
And a heavy breathe.
Cause of the hole in my chest
As I spot the golden sky at dawn.
My tears poured down.
I know that sooner or later, I'll gone.
But, I want to die with a smile.
While bidding my final goodbye.
As my existence completely fades
During my dejection,
Someone walked in my direction.
He healed a gap in my chest
with his genuine smile
Then he said:
"You'll surpass the wall of pneumonia"
@innocent_evil
©Rench Ezekiel
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Poiesis
PoetryPoiesis is a derivative word for poetry that means "to make". This book contains poetries by the wordsmith that conjure meanings rather than a prosaic outward meaning.
