We all die in at the end
Nothing special about any of us
We walk long roads with nothing but tired feet
We work hard jobs with nothing but calloused hands
We talk a lot with nothing to show for it
And we build only to break it (and the planet)
We all die at the end
Nothing can save us
And we have nothing left to show for it
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From a Dying Mind
PoetryThis is a collection of 'poems'. (Obviously) that I've written over the course of 2 or 3 years. I was told it would be a good idea to upload them to Wattpad so that's what I'm doing. Some of the poems aren't really poems but are poems. So basically...
