You look around, tired eyes,
hopes broken and shattered ties.
This life is lovely as some may say
Because they never had hardship
Play their way.
But no matter where you go ,
lovely is what life seems,
the truth concealed behind
Woven seams.
Death is lovely just as life,
But there is a time without strife.
When your blood runs cold and
And you seize the light,
as the numbness calls out
your name.This lovely world
is what you blame.
As if your insanity is what
causes you pain.
The old and withered,
the young and bold,
some stories that could
not be told.
As you lay down to rest,
you catch a glimpse of
your lovely death .
~AKD
AN://: hey guys,this is my second poem. Still pretty nervous comment and vote to tell about what you all think! ;) It would mean the world to me if you did. Thank you so much for reading my poem. There will be more to come. :)) xx -AKD
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