This poem is inspired by continous losses and grief in both my life, and in those around me.
Please enjoy!
Rain Dayze
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Every time we blink, a light fades away.
The stress and existentialism from it all makes my hair turn grey.
We can't run or hide,
Is the afterlife supposed to be a door open wide?
Please let someone stay!
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Rain Dayze
Aspiring writer with a passion for spice, pets, and coffee. I've published through here before under a different name, but it's still me! I've got an alternative site for content: https://www.inkitt.com/angela5347
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