To the devils hand

For the contest death poem

I gasp for air,

I’m tired and scared,

I want to live,

For people to forgive.

 

All my past deeds,

That hurts and harms,

All the peoples,

That I love,

 

Will you give me a longer time?

Will I be able to stay?

Long enough to hear people say,

I forgive you and I love you.

 

So I beg of you

To let me stay

To say I’m sorry,

And to repent.

 

But all prayers or pleas

Are all for naught

I shall repay of all misdeeds in the hands of,

The devil, the king of death.

Reviews

[Searching 4 Serenity]

Second poem of yours that I have read. And yes, our styles are very similar. But this piece greatly concerns me. While you still have the chance, do not go in the direction of life that this poem depicts. The message says you still have innocence. Use that innocence for good.
Innocence=HOPE Without hope, there is nothing