Almost is a sad young girl
Who sits upon a fence
She watches the world from above
And can't come running to your defense.
First Destiny will come to you
Along with her brother Choice
They will ask you what you choose
With their soft and gentle voice.
Then Fate will play a game
A match of chess with Death
Whoever the winner is
Decides what will come next.
But Almost can only watch
And wait for you to see
Her soft grey sky gaze
Staring at you and me.
Destiny will get you far
Get you to where you belong
And Choice often visits
Singing his choosing song.
But then behold, Fate shall win
She will find your soul
Stop your beating heart
And let Death take his toll.
And Choice will come running
Asking you what you desire
If you wish to live or die
Before Death grows ever nigher.
But you see you must be strong
You must make your decision
Because if you do not
Death will make a collision.
And that is when Almost comes
She glides to where you lay
She says, "this one almost lived,
But alas, here they die."
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A Plethora Of Poems
PoetryOn my other account (acciolovee) I also have a book of poems, however, this is obviously my new one. These are some poems I have been planning to publish and maybe a couple old ones from my other book. Please read, vote, and most importantly, enjoy...
