Dying
Suddenly it all went black....Here I am, standing nowhere
no face, no life
I feel cold and out of breath
Save me.....
Here I am, trying to move on
Searching for something to reach
Alone...
I am dying...
Save me...
Dying
Suddenly it all went black....06/24/2009
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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