I Am, The Living Creature. Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

I Am, The Living Creature.



Anticipation cries around,
the essence of a living creature,
I am, the living creature.
Of a life in that there world upon,
a dying (before) creature.
I smile as I die with anticipation,
Anticipation, killing me,
but if it is at least better,
than the terminal of before.

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