Contributor: Ken Allan Dronsfield

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Before I go,
look deep into my eyes;
see my life slowly drain.
From soft white snows;
to those fiery eternal flames.
It's with you, my dear friend,
I shall always remain.
As I prepare for final rest,
lay me gently on leaves
under that old dying tree.
When my spirit flies
from the husk left behind;
my memories shall fade away.
I now welcome death;
absent of agonizing lament.
For life slowly evaporates;
and is oblivious of love.
This long life spent;
in torturous torment;
will welcome the journey
home; high, high above.


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Ken Allan Dronsfield is a Published poet/author/digital artist from Oklahoma. He enjoys writing, walks and his cats, Merlin and Willa.