Steemit Poetry Contest #11 - Dead And Buried
I think of all my friends that are long dead.
My face feels the warm summer breeze.
My breath deepens and my heart slows as I fall to my knees.
I hear their voices loud and clear
I can see their faces through every tears
I realized i am alone and there is no one with me
Is this I wonder, how my whole life will be?
I can feel the blood flowing through my veins.
My head is filled with sharp pains.
Where am I? There is nothing here I recognize.
Trees begin to blend with bushes, I can not trust my eyes.
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