This is my quietus
Before my expiry
To the world who could no longer
Keep me in its arms
My dear,
I have paid with blood and sweat and tears
Just as promised
I will return to your earthy grounds
These curtains are slowly closing
Dissolution marching fore
I cross the great divide
On a river flowing
Ferryman, take this lowly coin
Aged with dirt and rust
Beneath, the sheen still lives
And judge lightly of me
I have done
All I could
In this short time
My hands are tired
I have seen
All I could see
In this short time
My eyes long for more
But this ticking clock
Will not cease
How I will miss
This sweet air
Though it may be tainted
All I ask now
Is a place of rest
I have played your game
I have finished your test
Let my memory live
In their smiles
Don't cry for me
This is my fate
My thread will soon be cut
Please
Judge lightly of me
When I turn to ashes and dust
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What Keeps me Up(NEW TITLE)
PoetryA collection of poetry Of all the things I couldn't say Out loud Of the things That haunt me And keep me up At night *NEW TITLE* previously titled "The Dark Corners of my Mind" cover made using Desygner
