I am, breathing my last, near the point of death
I will be gone soon as
My eyes are closing
And my body is struggling.
I see a beam of light appearing before me
Calling me to its origin.
I hear people crying in the background
Praying for my well-being.
As the clock keeps ticking
I breathe my last.
I see my body lying dead in the bed
As I depart from it. I see people around it
Crying and mourning.
Leaving this dilemma behind, I keep flying
High enough desperately looking for my mother.
Lulllllllu that was sooooo sweet. if u were here right now i would give you ah big huggy. and may you ami jaan get the best in the here-after inshallah
It is interesting to notice that all of your poems represent your feelings and love for your mother. This is a great tribute to any mother. Your love for your mother is outstanding. Well done.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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This is excellent.
Peg