Poems

Angels Cry, And Good Men Die

We're back to the depression, fellas! Surprisingly (or maybe not so much) I wrote this on my mom's birthday.

I try to keep

My sorry life

But I still weep

As I'm filled with strife.

My demons lie

To much avail,

I try and try,

Yet still I fail.

You think I'm strong,

You think I've won,

But you're wrong,

The war's not done.

You say I'm good,

I'm filled with light.

Of course you would,

It's not your fight.

Though this may shock you,

Even angels cry.

And though this may scare you,

Even good men die.