River StyxA Poem by Jordan Wilson
Whats the point? Why do we even try.
To fill this void thats so deep inside, Inside everyone of us. It doesn't even matter in the end, we all pass on without a friend. Throw a coin on your eye for the reapers scythe, follow him along his lonesome trail to the end. Reach the river and take a bath with the styx, because in the end. We wont be missed. JW © 2016 Jordan Wilson |
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Added on February 19, 2016 Last Updated on February 19, 2016 Tags: Depression, life, theend AuthorJordan WilsonBowling Green, KYAboutJust a young 25 year old man, with a passion for literature. Currently writing my first novella, want to use this place for tips, help and practice. more..Writing
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