I sit in mourning
I mourn the death of my death
I touched it one night
I saw the bright light
brighter than any New York city light
but I was not befitting of its glory
like Romeo from Juliet
it was ripped from my grasp
death did not want me
liberation turned its back
so I sit in mourning
of the thought,
of the death I almost had
Todays best new poem was written by Yoshira Marbel.
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