Life's sand is slowly falling
The jars bottom is becoming full
The top is becoming empty
It's as if life is gone
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As a young kid things do affect you, which is why I like to write about them in poetic form. In poetic form you can have it any way you like, it isn't truly a form, but a fluid that fills the shape of the poem. On a side note, I dislike language arts, spelling, grammar all that jazz, however, I love poetry.)
Full Of Nothing
Life's sand is slowly falling
The jars bottom is becoming full
The top is becoming empty
It's as if life is gone
and sorrow will stay.
The rain will see pain to wash away
yet the water is dry
The ground is wet
Life's texture is thin
But lives are thick
I see an escape
But it must wait
For I am just an empty space.