On My Way To Death Poem by Love Tia
On My Way To Death
Life doesn't make sense,
I thought you were he to make amends.
In stead I see no passion,
I only see a short glancing.
Of purity within myself,
Is this the end of my health?
I once dreamed of this night,
Where I would wonder If I would ever see light.
Again there was no hope to free my soul.
Every thing just became blurry.
So ill pray end me now.
I'm ready to bow down.
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4/24/2024 8:54:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
what an intense poem about death and hurt!