Sweat

I’m laying in my coffin
Sweat moistens my head
Trying to figure out
How I ended up dead
Laying on my back
Sweat caresses my brow
My mind starts to realize
It’s all over now
I’m lying motionless
As the sweat starts to creep
If my death wasn’t enough
For my situation, you should weep
I’m not sure of the reason
Or complications that caused me to die
But my one last wish
Is to get this damn sweat out of my eye



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Posted November 15, 2017 by Administrator in category "Poetry

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