Poem 1:
Coping with death is like dealing with drugs,
You can feel in your lungs, the guilt,
From what you never said when you were young.
All the time can't be reversed
From when you lashed out or cursed
And you feel like this curse is all your fault
And it gets worse, and worse, and worse
Till eventually, you die
But not in the same sense
And while you try to make sense
Others have moved on with their lives.
Lo It's a process and a hard one
One that may never be done
But don't look down the barrel of a gun
Dealt by the hands of guilt and regret
Just say what you haven't said yet.
And I bet you come to find
The demons inside
Are just the imaginary monsters in the shadow’s you call the light.
So forget them but never forget who they represent
Because those shadows and monsters never forget.
Good poem? bad poem? let me know wut u think. My ELA grade depends on it