Everything died with her
Because she lived in a delusion
Everything died with her
Because she lost part of her vision
The grass turns brown and it's
too late now
The Sky continued to glare, saying:
"I told you so."
But is it ever too late?
And is it ever worth it?
Will she ever realise the
depth of her mistakes?
The clock goes tick tick tick
And I hope she looks at its hands
then hers..
before Everything dies with her.
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Storms and Other Short Poems
Poetryᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴀs ᴘᴇʀᴇɴɴɪᴀʟ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ Storms are temporary. They come and go, but when they hit us, we may not be prepared. These poems may seem bleak and dark at first but as you read along, you'll realise that all we have to do t...
