Jeryn Bean Poems

Even though it may seem as though it will consume you...
you must not allow it too.
if you do, it will corrupt your soul,
filling your heart with blackness.
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It comes to us all...
age, gender, wealth, none of that matters.
it will find you.
there is no stopping it.
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The eye of the storm,
raging with turmoil and hate,
strikingly deadly.
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Why do people find death so scary?
why do people say that death is sad?
they stand there,
and spend their lives worrying about that,
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There is nothing but darkness,
all around as far as the eye can see.
nothing but the sound of your heart and fears.
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When it seems all is lost,
this is what you turn too,
it will pick you up from the dust,
and help you go on.
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Death.
it may be only a humble end,
but its one that will shame us all.
fore we all run and hide, as it draws near.
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As they drop the last shovel full,
he drops to his knees,
as he lays his soul to bare,
and cry's out to the heaven,
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This simple emotion can both corrupt, and save the soul,
it is a simple one to give, and simpler to receive.
it makes you do funny things,
things you'd never do before.
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He walks an endless road,
that has no stops,
that has no reverse,
that has no turns.
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