(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

Addicted

help he screams,
ive done it again.
the worst part is theres not one
else i love
be my friend.
i hate this
breathe me,
ouch, ive lost myself again.
too hard too see with thy,
naked eye.
hurting me,
yet im killing her.
how to stop, addicted to it,
them.

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So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so gently, that we go Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, superb writings on nature great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
who is the speaker in the poem? it says " us" so is it an " anonymous human" or someone/something else?
a genius way to explain death...
Please send a poem on nature for 4 class
beautifully crafted........
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