Having a bad hair day.
Felt death creeping closely.
Almost smelled it
How much I don't know.
Dawned on me rapidly.
Things fading fast.
At the end of the line the lifesavers.
They come.
Woven magic.
All sorted out.
Thank heavens.
Relieved .
Night terror.
Night shift.
Thank God I'm in bed
Tonight I rest.
In peace.
(c)LIVVI
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Having a bad hair day.
Felt death creeping closely.
Almost smelled it
How much I don't know.
Dawned on me rapidly.
Things fading fast.
At the end of the line the lifesavers.
They come.
Woven magic.
All sorted out.
Thank heavens.
Relieved .
Night terror.
Night shift.
Thank God I'm in bed
Tonight I rest.
In peace.
(c)LIVVI
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