Judgement Day- #Poem #Poetry

Life slips through my fingers

Out of my body

Passing like the wind in my hair

Time just a measurement

Experience a marker with scars

My body and soul marked with lines

That I wouldn’t trade

A lesson etched on my life

Ones to take to the grave

As all, the only thing that matters

In the end, when facing the reaper

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