Mediocre Poems

Dying Young

Death is a phase we all will pass, but what's worth dying for?

You're friend who's in the hospital because of a bullet wound to the chest?

I didn't think so, but you're mind is different from mine.

Or what about that kid who lives up the street that's pushing drugs?

He abuses drugs and sexually assaulted the mother who's carrying his unborn child.

By the way, he's seventeen.

His life is ruined, but is his soul worth saving?

I thought so, society is indifferent.

Circumstantial, if you ask me.

Dying young or dying at all, will happen.

Are you ready?

Are you prepared?

Death is a phase we all will pass, but what's worth dying for?

An uncle who developed incurable diseases?

It's his fault, we all know it to be true, but to hell with what we know right?

He's dying.

He's sick.

He's human, we all make mistakes as humans.

Forgiveness has to be earned, forgiveness isn't a toy to play with.

Life equals death and to be alive means you'll die.

What's the point in living if you'll die like the others?

Whether you're a kind soul or a creature of havoc.

There's only one end game.

Death

But death is a phase we all will pass, but what's worth dying for?

Take your time, I can wait.

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A/N:

The characters in this piece are simply fictional, in no way do they reflect the people of the real world. They were only used to convey the message that I was demonstrating here. Thank you for reading! :)

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