Poem: Are We Dying?
I dangerously tap into memories’ records, a drawer covered with dust and dates from years gone past
I exhale a future of truth, life, love and promise
Dipped in an expanse of emotions,
Drowning into a bed of lies,
Drifting towards a corral, never knowing my prison is masked
An illusion for Shangri-la
My heartbeat has become weaker with trouble’s grip on our time
I exhale a future of truth, life, love and promise
I’m holding on for dear lifeTerry J. Snipes
Yet this grip is slipping, my mind is drifting
And the beating isn’t unyielding
Are we dying?
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