Friday, March 28, 2008

POEM - My One Great Fear

When I am forced to face my untimely death,
when i am made to still my holy breath,
I am certain that a poem - perhaps my greatest work of art -
will float shadowlike across my embattled heart
while I am unable to grab paper and pen in time
to scribble it down and make it mine.


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