Death seems to be everywhere on my mind,
Life is slipping with every breathe I take.
How much longer do I have?
Questions linger,
They keep me up.
The silence creeps peaceful sleep away.
and not knowing haunts my mind.
Will I wake up in the morning,
Or will they find me where I laid me to sleep.
Questions linger,
They keep me up.
Maybe these nights make us rethink our actions.
Make us stronger or kinder.
Use our un-promised time wiser.
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These Scars
PoetryPoems with kind of a love lost with a wistful voice longing for the best in life.
