Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2017
The distance is apparent,
but you cannot see the wall.

Nothing matters
Should I even care at all?

Everybody knew I was coming down,
but nobody thought I’d fall

Days are getting vapid

I need something to call

A purpose

A reason to live
until I’m in a hearse

And when that day comes

On my behalf,
   please recite a holy verse.
Adam
Written by
Adam  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
424
   Tara
Please log in to view and add comments on poems