My deathA Poem by Flower
I'm so close; my death I do await,
I've got a few days of sadness left, For nobody cares; this is my fate, For hope of happiness, I am bereft. There's nothing left for me anymore, My life is full of failures and errs, The want to stay alive is a chore, And my death is what others prefer. Very soon, my life will be over, There won't be more pain or misery, It's akin to a dying clover, To others, my life's a mystery.
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Added on May 10, 2018 Last Updated on May 11, 2018 Author
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