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A Short Poem with a Long Title: If this isn’t dying, then I don’t want to know what is

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Pain wakes me again, a forceful aching bore
Scouring my insides, swimming deep within my core
Suddenly stirred from a state of semi-aware
That morphed into a cold shivering nightmare
To jolt my body upright and force me to dare

To dangle my toes off the edge of the bed
And try to breathe deeply to refill my head
It will pass as it must, I rise to stare in the mirror
With self-talk whispering to calm these night fears
Of dying right now, at this time, right here

By the halo light of the lone street lamp’s glow
My life’s being drained, circling the shadows below
In the early hours because it feels much cooler
I go to the window of the room where I have wandered
To chase a life down and convince it to stay longer


© 2014 deb davies thorkelson | written on Monday night, May 26th, 2014
about this image: iPhone self-portrait, converted to B+W using CameraBag filter “1962″, then imported into my iPad and drawn upon using Adobe Ideas. I created two final versions which can be found under the menu “iPhone meets iPad: a collaboration”

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