The Last Day ComesA Poem by Autumn MorelockThe last day comes slowly and painfully I barely breathe the frigid air I barely feel alive sometimes Is it good that I barely feel alive? I want happiness but will I ever receive it I want freedom but will I get it I want to feel loved but will I ever My closest friend is death I have meet him several times and I wonder if ill meet him again sometime soon I think about a lot of things about my life and it is barely there anymore
© 2013 Autumn Morelock |
Stats
171 Views
1 Review Added on December 13, 2013 Last Updated on December 13, 2013 AuthorAutumn Morelockgreeneville, TNAboutim a shy person an i loves writing poems an songs. most of them are about my life or my feelingas more..Writing
|