In the iceness of snow,
lay my soul buried
wondered if I could have saved it,
Had I only hurried.
It came to me,
as soon as I'd slept
didn't occur to me,
Until the coffin had been kept.
Thinking about my failing life,
why dost thy do this to me?
should have been given a proper warning,
Before I split myself with the knife, hear thee.
It lay in my hand,
coloured red
then the truth reached me,
When thy carried me to my soiled bed.
Depressed and given up, I had,
when I heard about the honest lie
disgusted and regretted, so mad,
Then I wished, I wouldn't have had to die...........
-MJ
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Poems For The Dead And Alive
PoetryBasically, this is a collection of the poems that I've written, with the theme of death, life and personification.Also some of the words in some of the poems are written in old English, to expose the reader to a new experience. #Enjoyanddon'tgettood...
