I remember,
My hands were weak,
My family, softly flew away,
I'll hide and they went to seek,
I tried to leave, many times,
I'll try again,
I remember when,
My friend,
Red, was everywhere
While, You were somewhere,
Red was falling,
Down deep down,
Red was on the walls,
My hands still weak felt bound,
I was slipping while running in the halls,
I ran from them I ran from you,
Y'all tried to help, everyone knew,
I saw a peak of silver in all the red
Next thing I knew I was on the floor dead.
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Unspoken Sight (Poems)
PoetryThese are my heartfelt poems, I created just being inspired by the world, life and death. I know someone out there feels the way I do, Or feels worse or even better, but who? Read my poems and look through my eyes, They are anything and everything...
