my grave of water

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    my grave of water
    all i can see is my hand ....
    my hand, my fingers , my nails
    reaching for the last little bit of my life
    trying to reach the sun
    the last day i will see
    the last thing i saw before the water
    is the sun
    the sun...
    so bright, it didn't burn my eyes
    when i was under..
    i couldn't scream
    i was trying to pull myself out
    and the last thing i saw
    the very last thing i saw
    before my world when black
    before i hit the bottom
    before i forgot this was my death
    was....
    was my hand
    it was my hand , my fingers, my nails    .....

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    simoneaugustus commented on my grave of water

    10-12-2009

    Chilling! Very well written. I can't wait to read more of your work!
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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