Saturday, January 23, 2016

Blemishes

each and every day
death
comes to a few,
while
sparing others for
whatever reason;
no crime in either one
is seen or
perceived, but
I wonder when she
will come for me?
doubt,
burdens my soul
that is without
blemish,
so,
when my time comes,
will I not
gladly go, but,
not without reluctance,
which is why you
should take me now.

January 16, 2016


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