Wednesday, August 12, 2009

In the shadows of the dark

In the cold of the night

I feel Death coming

I feel his presence

In the tingling of my hands

I feel his touch

In the beating of my heart

I see him there

In the shadows of the dark

I don’t fear death

I have lived my life

I fear for the living

I fear for ones left behind

I fear for those I love

2 comments:

  1. indeed...

    and this line of thought was triggered by?

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  2. @ Lady Divine: I woke up this morning with those words swirling around my head... I guess I do need to take that holiday!

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