Everytime the yellow days are coming into my world. It was crushed by the gray clouds.
Everytime, I smile at the red hues of life the black casket appears.
Everytime, I am saying to the Earth that I did my best
The other planets wanted me to rest.
Nobody, cares about my happiness
Nobody cares about my sadness
Nobody cares of who and what I have become
Because they only cares when they see me at that casket
Wearing a black blanket
Along with the basket
Basket of collected flowers of they're so-called care.
Right now, no one dares
To care because I am still alive
Wait until my dampen soul
Reaches that casket.
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
