Royston Allen

Between Good Friday And Easter Sunday - Poem by Royston Allen

He's dead! I cannot believe that He died.
They beat Him and then had Him crucified.
Now He's gone. The One I used to follow.
Without Him life is so bleak and hollow.

What shall I do now, and where shall I go?
You tell me what to do, for I don't know.
My world has just fallen apart and crashed
and my hopes are all pulverised and dashed. be continued
See He's alive

Topic(s) of this poem: despair, easter

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  • Silver Star - 3,225 Points Kavya . (3/30/2013 5:17:00 AM)

    nice write............ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 1, 2015

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