can
you find me I know I'm lost
it's
so cold I'm covered in frost
it's
getting dark and I can't see
I
know I'm lost can you find me
strange
sounds I hear I'm very scared
I'm
not ready I'm not prepared
things
I can't see are things I fear
I'm
very scared strange sounds I hear
when
I saw death I felt relief
he
was dressed like a well groomed thief
freezing
cold I could see my breath
I
felt relief when I saw Death
Swap
Quatrain Poem
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© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
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