Fantasia Witiker Poems

It is near the end,
The world is coming to a halt.
Children are dying,
People are lying.
...

It was quite a while ago...
When I heard you had to go.

You called and cried,
...

He was just a boy.
​He was very coy.
​​​
The thing with which he loved most to play,
...

​​Storms aren't always bad,
​Even though they may make you sad.

For they do not always subvert, ​​
...

​​Life is but a broken road.
No one knows the path they'll bestow.

There are some who are happy, some who are sad.
...

There once was a day,
When I would go out to play.

​​​​​There was once a time,
...