As kids we would play pretend
We'd imagine another land
Places where villains we'd apprehend
And others we'd just lend a hand
As teens we still had those places
Although slowly but surely we got agitated
We started to understand the horrors of the world
A burden was placed on our shoulders, as we tried to fix it the thoughts whirled
As adults we tried our best
Some of us forgot the mess
As we struggled to get by
The world would still cry
In our minds the whirlwind of regret and sadness raged
As we marched on in age
Now the reaper has taken us
Our burdens passed down
A sighing gust
A worried frown
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
