They lie in their beds trying to let out at least one last breath. They don't have time to say what they need to before their death. Until its too late and their gone forever. And they will be seen, never. Then they get buried under ground. They "live" there safe and sound. This is the day black is worn. Where people mourn. The day with sorrow, tears, and pain. For this is when there is no sun in the rain. Heaven or hell is where they will choose to go. This is determined by the seed u have sowed. This is where everything will be sort. But this is also the time where everyone realizes that life is just too short.
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Problem After Problem
PoetryThe world is full of problems but no one is doing anything about it. These poems are to describe what happens with in these problems and what they may lead to. The overall message is help stop these problems and not cause them. Be the change in the...
