Whether it's caused by a heart attack,
Illness, or bullet to the head,
You won't be able to go back,
Once you are dead.
Your eternal slumber is deep,
Resting in your coffin bed,
Though loved ones will weep,
They cannot change that you are dead.
Loaded into the back of a hearse,
After prayers and goodbyes are said,
Underground you will soon immerse,
Since you are now dead.
Flowers are placed adjacent to your stone,
And sorrow the atmosphere is fed,
Eventually you will be nothing but bone,
Because you are dead.
Years and years will pass by,
Over your grave the living tread,
Never being able to see the blue of sky,
All happens when you are dead.
It strikes us all one day,
No matter the genes bred,
We have no say,
Because we all end up dead.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoetryThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
