Title: Waiting for my calling
by Anonymous | in writing, poetry
In winter's sigh,
I lay ' cold and alone-
Buried by thought,
Pondering'waiting'for the final sleep.
I'm too tired,
I'm too weak
This body is'
Lifeless and bleak
The elements of my time,
Are now gone,
I stall still,
In a limbo state.
'finally'
I fade away,
In peaceful bliss,
My last pleasure,
Eternal and infinite.
The darkness is calling.
Not sure
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