Other side

by arron taylor 5 months ago in sad poetry

dark poetry

Other side
MY SOUL IS BECOMING

You feel it, the cold draft that seems to come from nowhere

you feel it, a hand on your shoulder but no ones there

is it someone trying to say goodbye

why does death occur, why do we cry... why do we have to say goodbye

will it be my inevitable end that i will end up just like them

a spirit from the other side that just wants to say goodbye

does the evil in my spirit keep me from seeing the glorious lights

and the glorious sights, will i have to battle to earn the rights?

sad poetry
arron taylor
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I have grown up poor, but was never envious. I am content with life and happy just to be alive. I grew up a poet and i have perfected it.

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