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I believe in death

I believe in death it peeks around the next minute the next hour not for me but for my heart for those I love best and most it waits to strike me at my core

I believe in death

it’s proved itself to me again and again with irreversible blows

take me I say and leave them let them live let them live once more

the answer is like a cold winter night silent and pure

the answer chews at my heart

I believe in death it’s taken who I am and twisted twisted my present into my past

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I believe in death how could I not when it nudges me with its great maw from below and then rages down on me taking away chunks of who I am

carries them off to non existence

like phantom limbs I still feel each one

from Steve — poems from a friend — Bill Eberle

Thomaston     March 1 and 2

© 2019, Bill Eberle