Upon my last breath,
I tried to fight death,
He was taken back,
When I gave him a smack,
In the end I fell,
And was took to Hell,
Now I'm a soldier,
Left to smolder,
Next to the dead,
Who are trying to take my head,
Till I die,
It shall remain a tie.
YOU ARE READING
21 Peoms
PoetryThis is a compilation of 21 poems. There is no category they all fall under, and they seem to make little sense. But you may find them thought provoking. Enjoy.
