Poem #135: Dying Song

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on May 6th of 2022. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my Patreon page.

A shell of her former self who screams but no one helps.

She calls out to the sun in the shape of a gun.

Her smile gone and her dying song.

While her family sleeps, she stayed awake, as death creeps towards her fate.

She looked up to the sky to say her last goodbye with tears in her eyes.

The gun was drawn, and the deed was done, in a second she’s gone.

All fades to black, the pain retracts.

Gives way to a cold,

darkness of the soul.

The fog takes

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