A month that's in between.
They couldn't go any faster.
A sea of emotions flood me.
Puncturing moods to master.
Taking away those we love most.
Despite knowing they were toast.
It stung like a bitch who wouldn't quit.
Who knew it would all be self lit.
Those famous humans who had more soul.
Than those who live on this gracious planet.
They battled fair and square on the road to peace.
They are living somewhere better, but we feel incomplete.
The days of november still take away our loves.
Reminding us of their painful absence of life.
We shall always miss them eternally.
And we will always love them faithfully.
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Generally speaking, the poem is talking about the legends that I love who have happened to pass away in this month. I'm aware that people die everyday and selfishly, I shouldn't just be focusing on this one group of people. These people just happen to mean a lot to me so therefore November is just never a easy month.
And in the wake of the current terrorist attacks, the many anniversaries that people have to endure is numbingly countless.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
