Tuesday, April 1, 2008

2/8 death

2/8:
topic given- 'write a poem about feelings you have right now in light of the recent happenings'

It comes without warning.
Least expected.
No happiness.
Nothing.
Tears are shed.
A life lost.
So young.
Gone.
More than sleeping.
Never to wake.
So solemn.
Empty.
No more memories.
No more thoughts.
No one left.
Nothing.

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