SecondsA Poem by Devinked7115 Inspired by one of the patients who went for surgery and didn't make it.
The mask filled with future deals -
So calmly washes the present away... And in an instant, there's no room to heal- The hardened veins of such dismay. Is there a protocol for sustaining life... Pronouncing death in a dusty hope Was it a fight to live, Or just a suicide? Nonetheless, Who gets to decide - © 2017 Devinked7115 |
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Added on February 23, 2017 Last Updated on February 23, 2017 Author
Devinked7115Auckland, New ZealandAbout''No theory of life seemed to be of any importance compared with life itself'' -Oscar Wilde I am a novice writer. In fact, this is the first time I stepped out of my comfort zone to write boldly.. more..Writing
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