Can you see it?
The dark hand is beckoning.
I will go to it, I will let go.
Can you believe it?
The dark hand is beckoning.
I was at home just an hour ago.
Can you hope for it?
The dark hand is beckoning.
I don't want an afterlife. NO.
Can you see it?
The dark hand is beckoning.
I watch the river flowing below.
Can you believe it?
The dark hand is beckoning.
I believed in a good life, once long ago.
Can you hope for it?
The dark hand is beckoning.
I can't deal with it anymore though.
Can you see it?
The dark hand is beckoning.
I will go to it, I have...let...go.
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Life, 14 - A Dark poetic collection
PoetryMusings on life in the form of poetry, written by a fourteen year old poet.The echoes of a life of change, of beauty, of sunlit days and the songs of love. But also the suicide, depression, and bullying. The self harm and self haters. Because withou...
