POEM STARTER
Submitted by marlovely
Life in Your Hands
Write a poem or short story about if you were death and had to choose each day who must die.
Welcome The End
She’s only 14.
Her heart so meek,
Her soul so sweet,
Her mind deadly
My scythe, her air,
Each day despair,
Words clogged by dread,
She knows I’m her end.
I cant accept
My warm kind gift
Can turn so sick,
Or seem a trick.
I want to care.
Welcome the end.
So as your friend,
I’ll do my best…
She was only 14.
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