6 eyes stare back at me
fleeting heart beats
cold dead hands
from where i’m sitting
the blood runs dry
and the music drowns
the tears and the blues
from where i’m sitting
a stream of sun is the last thing I’ll see as I die

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2021 April PAD Challenge: Write a poem every day of April.
Day 14: For today’s prompt, write a “from where you’re sitting” poem