The Day I Died Poem by Payyton Egerstaffer
The Day I Died
The day I died
I withered inside
I cried out in pain
Waiting to be slain
The day I died
I didn’t hide
I waited for the door’s soft light
Only to be met with his evil might
The day I died
It was with out any pride
I might have been saved
If it weren’t for the misery I paved
The day I died
Hell sighed
'The day I died Hell sighed' WOW! ! do you know how many different meanings there could be in that? very good... ilyy x3, mill
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4/24/2024 1:37:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Millie's right, that was masterfully penned.