The smell…
The reaking smell…
The ground so soft…
The soil is soaked in blood…
The blood of my Family and Friends…
The clothes I wear Soaked…
The clothes are soaked in my Tears…
The pain…
The pain from the Masecure…
The graves I'll have to make…
The chances I'll have to take…
The life that's on the line…
Its mine…
I'm not safe…
He is here goodbye…
It wasn't a dream this time…
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My Poems
PoetryThis is a book where I am going to write the poems I make in my journal and share it with you guys
