Darkness is all I see
Crying is all I hear
Something happened before
But I don't know what
The last thing I saw
Was blue dotted with white
The last thing I heard
Was your voice calling me to the light.
An angel greets me
And beckons me to see
The horrible after story
Of the door that was opened for me
The crying is back
But matched with wailing
As I looked at my family
Whose lives were failing
I was looking at all who cared
Not knowing at all
Surprised by what I saw
I beckoned the angel to take me back
So I could right all my wrongs
And take everything back
A light appeared
And towards it I went
To see my family
And face everything I feared.
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My Poems
PoesíaThis is a collection of the poems I have written. I will warn you now some of them are pretty depressing.
