Death x3
As I sit here and try
To write this
poem,
I think about
death.
I think about how it’s
peaceful, stressless,
We all
die
At a young age, or
even
At an old
age,
We just
die.
But if you really think about
it,
We really start dying the minute
we turn 1.
Have you noticed yet, that life
doesn’t seem fair?
To start dying the moment we
start living.
How much sense does that
make?
None what so ever. And I
don’t seem to
Quite understand
that.
It sucks to know that we
can’t live
To see things go on or even see
our
Family trees grow to become
something so big.
One day I think life should be a
little more fair
With the rules of this game we
all play.
Death x3 As I sit here and try To write this poem, I think about
