Random Short Stories/Poems

Weep

Forsaken, shaken, burned with cold

Chills wracked that wretched shell

A shiv so sharp it scared the bold

And scarred the sinners sent from hell

A fear so norm it bore no name

But plagued the ones with unpaid tolls

With wilted flowers visit graves

And wonder what had made the(m w)hole

With every evening drifting past

If drowsy drops of rain may fall

Then they would think how times fly fast

And curse out sympathetic calls

Before the sun could rise again,

They'd close their eyes to all that mourn

Upon themselves, the blame they'd pin

And shut their eyes to every morn