Poetry Magazine

Joshua Amos Graff

USA

djjc@wamusa.com 

Timeless Wind

He fell to the ground
And began to convulse
His body smothered the ground
As he started to choke
His eyes bulged from his sockets
His hand moved sporadically
The contents spilled from his pockets
The ambulance came for him
And on the hospital he died
MY best friend
Past away in a timeless wind

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