I hate death
The person who is responsible
For all the love ones I never met
Do you feel satisfied
When you steal away
Babies, fathers and wives
Do you smirk
When we pray to the sky
Asking why?!
What hurts the most
Is that you'll never rot
A uncontrollable force
That can't be stopped
At night I don't sleep
I think about you
Afraid to go out in the street
Because I might prematurely meet you
Are you not ashamed
Of what you do
Do you not feel any gilt
For what you put these families through
If you ever come for me
I'll put a bullet in you for entering my district...
What the hell am I talking about
Such thoughts are so unrealistic
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Forest (Wattys2016)
PoetryMy life is like walking on tightropes Over sweltering volcanoes With no safety nets...
