Pain And Spirits Poem by Sydney Points

The world is a realm of shadows. You never know what's creeping at its edges. Until that's all you see. With the light gone from the world as you heave your last dying breath. You watch as if you are being reborn into a place were you have lived through the worst and brought back into the light. Till the sun sets on your time will you lay gasping for breath with a hole in your chest. For he has ripped out your heart, but this time you shall get up and fight no matter how much you wish to die from the pain. You will live on. Trust me for the spirits have watched me go through it time and time again.