Rainy days, stormy nights
Tears that fall, smiles that fade.
The young grow old,
The old wither away and die.
Buildings begin to break and crumble
Earth turns to grey dust.
Screams are heard from all over,
Arms of the dead are wrapped around children with still bodies and vacant eyes.
Everything blows away with the winds howling rage.
Those that live beg to die
Those that are dying beg to live.
The end was near,
But now it is here.
No one knows what to do but live and die
In the end they are consumed by fear,
And she'd their very last tears.
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Poems
PoesíaA collection of my crappy poems from when I was in high school. you are more than welcome to laugh at how bad these were. Some may find these poems offensive they were never made to offend people. I decided to put these poems on here to share with p...
