The darkness is there,
are we to be reborn?
Or just entirely forgotten,
as our souls leaves,
our rotting flesh,
is no longer bound
Time is no longer there,
to let go?
Or to be set free,
as our minds collide,
time is up,
chances gone
They are there,
do we belong to them?
Or are they a guidance,
as we greet them at the end,
the light is there,
as death awaits us all.
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Poetry by Molly Cronin
PoetryHello! Welcome to a book that is entirely different, full of poetry based on my life, exes, 'friends', one-sided love and other things that I hope people can relate to so enjoy.
