Michael Troy Buffo
Untitled 1 - Poem by Michael Troy Buffo
If i'd have known life ends in doom,
If I knew what lie ahead
I'd have never left my mother's womb
I'd probably wish that I was dead
Why is time so hard to manage?
The things I've suffered in this life so far
Have caused to me irreparable damage
Have left on my soul a permanent scar
I find myself hoping there's no after-life
(Yet I'm certain that it must exist)
When I'm dead, will that end the strife?
And what about here, do you think I'll be missed?
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