The Little Black Death Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Drowning, in rivers
Rivers—filled with pain
Sinking in oceans
Oceans—of a life lived in vain
Scared, from the time—
The time that will pass
Scared to go on
Scared this might last
Feelings, within—
To break through the wall
Down the same cheek—
New tear-drops, do fall
Despair over the future
Despair still, from the past
Despair, over time passing—
Time passing so fast…

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