Aug 20, 2016
In Death As the sun begins to set. I can feel the spirits lingering regrets. As the moon begins to rise. I can see them coming back to life. Though nothing can be seen. I can still feel them with me. Though nothing can be heard. I shall always find wisdom in their words. Should I show them disrespect. Haunting words of the cold depth. Should I show them love and care. Left only I shall be, without a scare. As I stand above their grave. On top of where they all lay. I think of the day I'll hear their call. For soon, death comes for us all. #poem #poetry #spo0ky #nahdatsemobrah
