Dear death why don't you come?
Kiss me and take me my final home!
The final abode of us all
I am ungrateful waiting for my fall.
Can't help the depressed and alone
For I am all that, I am done.....
I am scared, lost myself trying to find home...
P am tied down to this earth I rome.
At days I sleep
And nights I weep.
When did I become this weak?
Is that child within asleep?
We buried our destiny,
Afraid of others scrutiny...
God, I miss the old me,
The happy me!
Rain falls because the clouds
can no longer handle the weight
Tears fall because the heart
can no longer handle the pain.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Poetry"The spirit of poetry, like all other living powers, must of necessity circumscribe itself by rules, were it only to unite power with beauty." ~ST Coleridge
