For you work many days, and rest so little.
Your riches given to those able.
Death reaches a loved ones door.
Three days, weeping and remembering.
Minutes to hours, days to years.
Mortality, thou hast reared its head.
Death knocks again, refuse and be judged.
Time given, time taken, time stopped.
Riches given like pamphlets.
No gratefulness, just remorse.
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Poems Of A Lost Soul
PoetryWelcome to my collection of gothic poetry. I as long as i have pain, i will continue to add more. Critique me all you want,it will help me create something that will actually one day be called true gothic poetry.
