POET'S CORNER

VISIONS OF DEATH

VISIONS OF DEATH
Upon my sick bed lonely I lie,
pain numbing my head,
Up in the dark sky,
I see visions of death.
A shot in the darkness,
a bright yellow flash,
Tearing the darkness,
opening a deep gash,
Slowly I fall down,
all bloody and red,
And then I wake up,
it’s only a vision of death.
Then I drift back,
do you see what I see,
The hangman’s noose,
it’s ready for me,
tightening around my head,
Eyes popping out of my head,
But then I realise,
it’s just another vision of death.

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