DEATH
Next to me,
As I try to sleep,
One night after a few suns and moons pass,
The creature with the evil eyes,
At last closes them.
I sigh a relief,
I won’t be watched for one night,
But the eye never reopened.
Men in white come in,
They carry his body out,
Dead they say,
The mouth covered with blood,
His wrist with a gapping hole,
Everyone was checked,
Anything sharp removed,
Just in case.
They do not want any more deaths,
No more death?
What stops one from not breathing?
They think they can stop this,
They can by letting us be free men.
At least me.
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