This sadness is my poetry


This sadness is my poetry,
But my lips won't tell thee -
When i’m gone - the voice will be you,
Let these words be echoed.

Please listen to this misery,
That later will take me,
Into somewhere that no one knows,
Finally won’t be lost.

I figured - death is our prize of living,
And living is more than just surviving,
In this game of life - there’s no win nor lose,
Life and death are things we can't oppose.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem