2003 Poetry

Dread thoughts creeping in mind

‘bout not having to open my eyes

this trepidation seemingly a vulnerable

window off the gust of wind speed  

if that day will come no sooner than

tomorrow or the day after tomorrow

I hope I’d be more prepared and be

most willing to lay in the coffin

as if I were just sleeping

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written 6/27/03

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