03 September 2014

don't cry, be happy

pooling at my feet is my essence of life
I'm frozen in time still holding the knife

mesmerized by the dripping sounds I hear
not a care in the world, no worries, no fears

snapped back into reality by the doorbell
turned to go answer, light headed, I fell

breaking of glass, crash through the door
foot steps came closer, found me on the floor

was a moment too late, my savior, my saint
I lay on the ground in what looked like red paint

don't cry for me because I am dead
my suffering is over, be happy instead

copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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