Matthew Thomas Donovan


We Live, And We Die - Poem by Matthew Thomas Donovan

If I die before I wake,
And the sun is yet to break,
Please hold my hand as you once did
And vow the love you so long hid.

There is no time for fear or tears,
But such things come amid these years,
And they came to my eyes slowly,
So grasp me, love, and do so wholly.

In this embrace I feel your grace,
A thousand words upon your face,
But please don’t cry upon my chest
As death comes now to bring me rest.


Comments about We Live, And We Die by Matthew Thomas Donovan

  • Silver Star - 3,250 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/22/2013 4:15:00 AM)

    But please don’t cry upon my chest
    As death comes now to bring me rest

    powerful write there. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,860 Points Dave Walker (8/22/2013 4:05:00 AM)

    A fantastic dark poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013


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