A Poem by Death's Poet

The air is beginning to grow cold
2018 is growing old
So many memories this year does hold

Leaves begin to change and fall
Gone are flowers that once stood tall
Another year with no call

It's been another 
A hell without you hear
Bouncing between grief and fear

I love rain, so not only my eyes cry
But one day I hope my tears will dry
I wake up every day and die

The year is ending and so am I.

© 2018 Death's Poet

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Added on September 18, 2018
Last Updated on September 18, 2018


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