An old mans spiritA Poem by Tatiana HavensThis man; with a hunched back, no sight & old stretched tattoos covering old stretched skin.
This man; with no voice but the one inside his head telling him that it's time to go.
This man; with long frayed hair & simply cracked glasses leaving no sight of beauty left in this world.
This man; is not alive. He hasn't been for years. Simply because his thoughts killed him long ago.
But he sits here; and waits for the moment.. when the spirits come to take him from this life. This life that he has been longing to call death.
© 2013 Tatiana HavensAuthor's Note
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Added on March 9, 2013 Last Updated on March 9, 2013 AuthorTatiana HavensOntario, CanadaAboutI'm 14 years old from little old Canada and this past year writing has become a joyous part of my life. My favourite words are resound and sonder. Have a beautiful day! more.. |

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