Death Came
The sun rises everyday to give me strength to carry on. Throughout the day I become worn and tired. I hear voices calling for me. I see children playing and teenagers praying. I become numb and feeble. As darkness falls I feel no pain and I waited until death came
Copyright © Johnathan Gore | Year Posted 2015
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