I hear thee whispering in my ears
And pray to feel thy breath on my neck
Ever so closely to me
Thy darkness is not feared but welcomed
Alas, what lies on the other side?
Do we not go from this burdensome shell
To that of free flight and life everlasting?
Oh hear me glorious Death
Seek me out and find me where I hide
Alone and huddled in a cold corner
Of my existence
Seeking my rest from the shell that holds me bound
Whoa to thee that understand me not
As thy comprehension level does not see thy present prison
We have been found guilty and have been sentenced to life
Without pardon
Pardon me glorious Death
This burden called flesh devours from within
Thus find me where I lie and release me from my burden - 4/1/06
Inspired by John Donne and Dylan Thomas
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