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The Throughts Of A Dying Man

Jymmy Creasy


I reach out for a helping hand but only find mine to hold
This must to the punishment for the lies I've told
I have danced with both side but rather remain on the tracks
For death stares me in the face and there is no turning back
The time I once had haves past me by
I no longer have time to wait and die

I shed no tear that the end is near
But smile at the life I have lived
I regret nothing I done and everything I did
Yet they are the same, my regret I can no longer change

I have destroyed more lives than i have saved
And remember them all to well
These are the thoughts of a dying man
That beads you all farewell
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Submitted on September 02, 2012

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme AAXXBB XXXX XCXC
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 606
Words 132
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 6, 4, 4
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Jymmy Creasy

I'm a working class skin, who has no faith in the future of the world. It's only downhill from here. I pray every night for the end and wake up every morning happier than the day before. In the chaos of my life I have found peace in my own sadness. All I have are the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet and I love it that way... I'm not a rich man and never will be not because it's out of reach but because I hate money and greedy people... Everything I have ever have or will have I will end up giving away. "And call a man a fool, If for wealth he doesn't strive? Well then, Mr, you're a better man than I," more…

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