This one is mine
Where did you come from?
Where are you going?
The past is no longer,
The future is showing,
The dead have moved on,
To a cold dry land,
No water in sight,
Just cold dry sand.
The living do walk,
The old earthy world,
There is no rest
For the poor weary souls.
Forever we'll plunge,
Into darkness we'll fall,
Straight over the edge
Of lifes waterfall
YOU ARE READING
My favorite poems
PoetryHere are some poems I really like. Some are mine, but most aren't. I will give credit to the real authors, so I hope no one tries to kill me.
