Death

poem by: Coreatha Mccoy
Written on May 29, 2016

Has no name
Not even a game
but many faces
Happens in many places
Has not a care
something we all shall bare
Taken by a final breath
The cry of death

Tears
That death is near
Alone in a  zone
No on here
Death many fear
The cry's of death

Scared that hell is real
There soul it steals
Oh the pain many fill
Praying there last stop not here
And heavens near
The cry's of hell
Smell of death
Please
This place many fear
The cry's of death
Our final breath
End in eternal rest
Death

 

Tags: sad,

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Frank Hornby . commented:
Nothing to fear...it's our future...

 

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