I wrote this one for my English class in 12th grade.
In the bed, there I lie.
Lying there about to die.
A long bright tunnel is what I see.
Is this the end? Could it be?
A summer’s warmth, but no sun.
Everything I wanted to do is done.
Holiday excitement, but no gifts.
I come to the end, my soul He lifts.
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