A New Kind of Dying
Location
05403
United States
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Please hold my hand until it's over.
I think you're obligated
because you know why I'm afraid.
I had no warning, but I'm not mad.
Just hold my hand for a minute please.
The fear washes over me like
the blood from knife wounds,
but the cold will set in shortly,
and I won't feel anything.
This poem is about:
Me