POEM 14: Deathbed

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Deathbed

Smiling like feeling nothing
Laughing like not emotionally dying
Celebrating with condolences
For all of the actions are just pretending.

Secretly coward and hiding
For all the shows are just faking
The talent of depressing
Taking the air he is breathing.

Shadows in the dark
Howl like a dog's bark
Voices in his head
Demanding all the lead.

Taking and tying up the noose—
Tight rope that will never loose
Body's trembling, death's waiting
Straight lines sang a cling.

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