My death

My death

A Poem by Trong Van


There he comes from nowhere

In the ward that I share

With patients on their deathbeds

Why pick me? That’s not fair!

 

It’s so quick, don’t have a minute

Make phone call to let her known

From today she’s on her own

I Go West and won’t come back!


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© 2015 Trong Van


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Added on September 18, 2015
Last Updated on September 19, 2015

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Trong Van
Trong Van

Sydney, Australia



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I'm not a writer or a poet. I simply write when things popup in my mind, and as soon as it’s done I may completely forget about it! So please don’t be surprised when I deny knowing what I .. more..