The smallest pri.ck of a needle
The slightest nudge to a rock
Can make all tumble down upon you
Causing a heart to stop.
Why must we live through this torment?
Why not pass on, as well?
Festering wounds only ferment,
Making the pain sweeter still.
Little ones have not seen the world yet,
Old ones are loved by many.
None can be taken without pain let
Rage through the hearts of any.
It will help us to grow as a person.
Oh yes! Nothing is truer.
But nothing can take the pain of a son
Grieving for his mother.
Surrounding ourselves with happy things
Only makes us sadder
And those unsympathetic fools
Shall cower as we get madder.
But the sun continues to shine!
Even in the face of defiance.
Never-ending: that is time.
The world is enshrouded in silence.
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My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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