The funeral raced by him
Blurring everyone around.
Mumbled apologies and
Quick embraces,
As ice crept inside his mind.
The skies of his future began to darken
Time creeps up on you,
Was all he thought.
He had to little to live for now,
His dreams dead and gone.
The world does not care to hear
Of misery and death.
His one chance of happiness gone
With her final breath
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Poems from Strange Places
PoetryI wrote these poems when I was 15 years old; I was being bullied and needed a way to vent my emotional frustration. Other than being bullied I have never personally experienced any of these terrible things that have happened to so many innocent peop...
