Hidden But Not Lost

When I was born the wretched figure of death
Flew from my being, knowing I was destined to live
Retreated into the shadows by flight
Death lurked hidden, but not lost

I lived and one by one the pices of my heart
Were torn by life’s wolves, gnawing the shreds
Until the blood fell from my mouth, the last
The final drip of all my innocence drained

Returning from the veiled space of life
Death hovers, the circling vulture
And my eyes look around for love
Because I am so painfully scared

Of dying alone

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