The Skull Poem by Leah Michele
The Skull
A skull.
Fleshless, cracked
And empty.
Its vacant eyes
Starring
Into the future...
A future that never came.
It, just there
Unable to think
About what could have been
Or to reminisce and remember
A skull,
Just sitting there.
Once filled with a brain
Full of ideas and memories,
Now empty.
Left to sit there on the table
As if it were a paperweight,
Or a centerpiece.
i hate this poem because its fake and john cena cant see the person
i never thought a brilliant poem could come out of the topic of a skull.well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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