Death Of Me Poem by Mary Roach

Death Of Me



When you left you took something from down if my soul,
and now without it I shall no longer be whole.

As soon as you left you drained all my life away.
Even though your gone, you have one role left to play.

A role so deep that no one can see,
but sooner or later you’ll be the death of me.

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