My days are meager and I count my last's;
I hope that Death comes quietly and fast.
When I part, pieces of me will remain,
In the books I read again and again
And in the songs always stuck in my head.
My soul has quite a long journey ahead;
But now the time has come to say goodbye,
We'll see each other soon, darling, don't cry.
My last breath is drawn from my parting lips;
At last my life has come to its eclipse.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
