Michael Robertson

Fear Of The End - Poem by Michael Robertson

When will we live happily ever after?
The only ones I will take this wrath for
Our happy memories crumble into sand
Taken away, flying out of our hands
A storm of depression raining down
We keep each other alive just by holding an umbrella
One by one, we lose each other with no goodbye
A sad spirit wandering, just looking for happiness
I find happiness through my friends
The future, the end is near, the storm turns to blood
I live for them, the only people worth living for
If the day I fear ever comes, all will be lost
Until the wind stops, we will be as one spirit
When the end comes, will it be good or bad?
Will I be alive or dead? Either way, I'm glad
The people I care about are all I care about
The future looks dark
If only I had a light

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 29, 2010

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