poetry

After Life

As I start to fly

I wave my final goodbye.

My family down below

Arn't ready to let me go.

I start to doubt

but I am too high to shout.

I must depart,

I will leave my heart.

REST

Laying on the floor

Resting on the cold ground

My mind keeps running

Why do I need to wake up

Maby I should rest some more

"Unpredictable"

As I walk downtown

I start to create a frown

It is raining now

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