Short Poem. RxC
Will You Hold My Hand?
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Is death so close to me
That I can't even grab your hand.
I can hear it whisper my name,
These bloody wings will carry my burden.
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I look toward the future
Darkness encircling my being.
These wings were made for a reason
They don't fly without reason.
They head toward the future
With no destination in mind.
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Will you hold my hand
Even through the darkness.
With no one to catch hold,
To grasp the meaning of life.
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My time is nearing the end
And I fear of letting you go.
Will we ever meet again?
Will our hands ever touch,
Will we reach the endless sky?
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Even now I fear for my life,
I can't even see your hand.
Will I be able to grasp it
Feel its warmth,
Be free?
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Will you hold my hand?
The end is near
And so is our life.
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Will you hold my hand…