Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2014
you'll look nice in your grave,
pale and surrendered
to the earth,
All sins forgiven,
By the judging,
For death is sad,
And you won't know,
The faces who came,
To watch you go.
If you don't wait long,
You'll never see the sun again.
Ah,
Death is on my brain.
Mollie
Written by
Mollie
345
     ---, ---, --- and Stephen E Yocum
Please log in to view and add comments on poems