Notify ThemA Poem by Jared PayneAlert the masses.Tell weariness, the end is nigh. Through children's death, they saw no sigh. Inform insomnia, It’s almost time. To drop their shackles, And break the bind. Restless you are, But never to cry. You close your eyes, And wait to die. Sleep now, with all of time. The clocks are over. "Trust me, I’m fine." © 2016 Jared Payne |
StatsAuthorJared PayneSouth Bloomingville, OHAboutI'm a teenager, putting little bits of my soul into stories. more..Writing
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