Crushed by pain in a literal sense
Surrounded by silence, not a sound to be heard
Afraid of the dark, too scared to cry
Afraid of being alone, you knock, but no ones home
Yells from above fall on your ears, yet you still have no tears
Lungs start to slow their pace
Heart starts to cry, you feel dead inside
You touch your compass one last time
The only direction it ever led you was down
And look where you are now
Deep in the ground, away from all sound
Heart stops, lungs go
You think of snow, so white and pure
Yet
It is black all around
And you
Are afraid of the dark
This poem is about a boy in a book I recently read. He died in a most terrible way. It made me cry and I decided to write a poem about it. Hope you enjoy and maybe feel the emotion through my poem as I did through the book.
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Love and Hurt
PoetryLife is love. And life is hurt. We'd better live it now, cause all too soon, we'll be buried under the dirt.