By: Kayniah Florence
Tears can not feather,
The ultimate weather.
Where the fall?
Right into that great big hall.
Down through the cracks.
Down through the broken floorboards.
Tears just help the sadness creep in,
Tears to cheek 'nd?
You die.
You don't truely die in the literal sense.
You don't truely die.
You just die from existence.
Your soul no longer one with the life you once knew.
You are just a hollow shell now.
You are just a hollow shell mocking the past you.
You are just a hollow shell whose previous owner has left.
You are just a hollow shell.
You are just a hollow.
You are just a.
You are just.
You are.
You.
Mockery.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Sadness
PoetryThese are my original works. If you steal, you are a very naughty person and will be dealt with accordingly. {I DON'T OWN THE COVER OR IN THIS STORY! CREDIT OF THE COVER AND PICTURES GOES TO IT'S CREATERS!}
