as i lay dying

a poem in the style of e.e. cummings

Nita Jain
Nita Jain
May 2 · 1 min read
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as i lay dying

the world keeps turning

with streets still bustling

in fervor and anticipation

as i lay dying

beds keep burning

while mothers in mourning

await barren absolution