Hey everyone! I wrote this poem for my novel and I thought I would share it with you!
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Dear Death
Dear, Death
Do you sit down there
Biding your time
Polishing your scythe?
Or are you already hovering over
My shoulder, waiting to take me
Away in some tragic accident
Anxiously waiting for my demise?
Are you cloaked in black?
Are you a skull wielding a weapon?
Are you vindictive of those people
Who had lives as sweet as honey?
Your sweet arms embraced me
As I made the final plunge
You came to me as a saviour
Cloaked in white and gold
Taking away my pain.
You don’t bide your time
Death is as long as eternity
You do not wait upon it
Instead you watch us live our
Short ugly lies
Waiting to show us the beautiful truth
Is that right, Death?
You wield no scythe
You welcome all to peace
You don’t stalk them
Instead you’re a shepherd of souls
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Happy Mental Health Awareness Month!!!! 🥳
“A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.” -Oscar Wilde
The Abby Report 