Giving In To Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Giving In To Death



Sitting in a serious space of time, dealing with an emptiness not of my doing.
It makes things triply worse because of that.
Splitting apart from life, I sidle closer to death's embrace, looking forward to it's peaceful sleep, deepened by the moment I close my eyes.
Finding myself no longer, I totally give in to death's mystery at long last.

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