Sunday, March 2, 2014

Our final poem

Memories are not always happy and great
They are more like nightmares
That haunt you for years
Regret, hurt and pain
Earth shall not be the death of me
Hush child, go to sleep
It may let you stop from thinking
Hush child go to sleep
I know things are hard
But close your eyes
And don't wake up
Its Humanity
That shall be the death of me.