We are all slowly dying in our own world~
Yet, neither of us can defend ourselves,
Each moment that passes,
Is another grain of sand slipped through the hourglass,
Of life.
Though,
We walked in the valley of the shadow of death,
We are not alone~
~~
Authors notes:
Thank you so much for reading my piece! ๐
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Poetry, Dark, Mental health, Psychological, Surreal, Nature, Mythical
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Comments (6)
Incredible!
Cant stop coming back to read this!
This was so profound, poignant and relatable! Loved your poem!
Loved this one - so much meaning in such a short, sweet piece.
Spooky! Loved this.
Very deep, love it!!