A light, a beautiful light
It shines so brightly
It nearly blinds me
A figure is it true
What i see in the light
My grandpa i see
But i know it can't be
Because he is dead
That it's not true
Because the light is disappering
Along with my Grandpa
Then I wake up in a hospital bed
Now i know what will wait for me when i die
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Spoken from the Heart
Teen FictionI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...
