A shattered will, a broken life, A want to end the mortal strife;
A realization that takes the breath: Life is but an impending death…
The words echo around, Like prayers of a saint;
Yet it hardly makes a sound, A whisper so faint…
Still the voices thrive; Within the four walls,
Waiting to dive; Into the world’s sudden fall…
The silence moves; Against the sounds so deep,
Yet the the world disapproves; Of this eternal sleep...
A sprinkle of hope, A dash of peace,
Let the world be joyful; let death be ceased.
By Abby
Hey Abby
ReplyDeleteGreat descriptive poem. I love the words you used and the punctuation was perfect, but your editing was a bit off e.g yet the the world disapproves. But over all it was fantastic. By Xanthea RM 4 Valley School
Nice poem Abby but you can't have a capital letter after a comma. Sam Cur
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