She kneels on the ground on the side of her bed
Finally not hearing screams of pain
Rain patters down on her window
Almost in a quiet lullaby
Blood no longer stained the floor where she knelt
All family members asleep
She whispers two simple words
Holding a more valuable meaning than her life
She opens her eyes as the stars roll on by
She's terrified about her decision
Contemplating her choices
She closes her eyes again
Whispering those two simple words
Slowly going numb, she says:
I'm ready.
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Poems
PoetryIt's just a collection of what I feel like writing. I'm not really sure that I should call them poems. There's no real purpose of what's in here. If any of these don't make sense, just ask me. I'm gonna try and write one for every day of the year.
