Your touch, your face,
your laugh and your voice,
I wanted them to leave,
but did I have a choice?

Would the memories ever stop?
Would the night never go?
Desperation set in,
deadly and slow.

Life was a burning wound,
each day brought more pain;
darkness seemed inviting,
death seemed a gain.

"God, forgive me!"
I cried, my voice shattering the still.
The wind hit my face
as I ran down the hill.

My feet left the ground,
the water pulled me in,
The pain would be short,
then I'd be with you again.

My eyes slowely closed,
as the hand of Death,
grasped my soul,
stole my breath.

And as my life faded,
I saw my last, fleeting sight-
the first golden ray
of morning's light.



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