NEVER ENDING STRUGGLES(POEMS...)

THE DAY I DIED...

You left me with this gash

I tried to rise from the pile of ash

Yet my body remained a stash

I should have guessed this race was filled with rash

You pushed me down from the hill

I had let out a scream so shrill

But I knew you did it with a will

Did you practice how to kill?

You just didn't bother

Whether I was left to smother

I knew you had a fake cover

Pretending to be my lover

Have you ever cared?

Or was it all because you were dared?

Were you ever scared?

Or was it your vision being so impaired?

You never saw the pain

Whenever you spat at me your disdain

I don't know what thoughts run in your brain

And I stay so arcane

Maybe you should have tried

Instead of watching me wide eyed

You should have taken a bigger stride

And then it wouldn't have been

The day I died...