The Sound Of Death

The sound of death,
I could feel it in my breath,
I can hear it getting nearer with every step,
the pain growing more fierce within my chest,
I can only predict what will happen next,
only now realizing the love I should have kept.

Now I mourn with this single tear,
until now never noticing my only fear,
but like I said my time is near,
but the time is now and now I'm here.
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A short and simple poem I wrote when I was 12 or 13.