Title: I hold death’s hand with a long stick.
I hold death’s hand with a long stick.
Why? Where are we walking?
I don’t know.But I know I found the stick somewhere around 5th grade.
I was tired of walking for so long without any support.
I remember when I first fell when I was seven.
But I got up.
I’ve had a hold on this thick oak branch for awhile.
I walked alone until one day death showed up offering me its hand.
I almost took it, but had second thoughts,
I offered it the other end of the stick.
It took the stick.
Since then the stick gets longer some days and shorter others.
I hold death’s hands with a long stick.
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PoetryJust some edgy poems, and just random thoughts. I'll update when I want. Yeah, or you can ask me questions. So...yeah. Enjoy? ALSO WARNING ⚠️⚠️ some of these may contain some subjects that may trigger or make some people uncomfortable (ex. Self harm...