Death.
Is it Bleak?
Is it Weary?
Death.
Is it Peace?
Is it Cheery?
Death.
It comes. It goes.
When? Do we know?
Death.
It comes. Who for?
For Him?
For Her?
Death.
It Hurts.
It wreaks your clenching heart.
Then drops it in the grimy dirt.
Death.
Like a wilting rose.
Pedals falling into a dark place unknown.
Death.
It welcomes the tears.
Leaking on the cheeks of the loved.
Death.
From Pills.
From Cuts.
Death.
From Drugs.
From Alcohol.
Death.
From Guns.
From Hurt.
Death.
The fateful night.
The day we leave.
Death.
It Takes.
It's Greedy.
Death.
The Dirty.
The Innocent.
Death.
The Strong.
The Weak.
Death.
The Old.
The Young.
Death.
The Evil.
The Good.
Death.
It's Convenient.
It's Condemning.
Death...
To Heaven?
To Hell?
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Wilting Thoughts
الشعرA book of original poems I made. What reveals more secret emotions than poetry?
