He tosses and turns
On painful burns
All that he yearns
Is that death returns
Too late he learns
The other's concerns
His stomach churns
To death he returns.
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The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...
Firey Death
He tosses and turns
On painful burns
All that he yearns
Is that death returns
Too late he learns
The other's concerns
His stomach churns
To death he returns.
