I wrote this with my six-year-old cousin, so its not that good.
Fires cackling in the cold,
Embers flying in the wind,
The faces in your memories,
These are everything:
Warmth when you are feeling down,
Or when that hope is gone,
And everyone you've known and loved,
These are all there are:
Yes or no,
Right or wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Walking Into Black
PoetryDon't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you tr...
