Death-the Friend

Location

Death was like a day dream,

with sweet promises,

and a happy ending.

Death was not having pain,

it was bliss.

Death will always great you,

like an old friend,

always offeing a smile.

People don't undertand Death,

or the desperation needed,

to take its hand rather than yours..

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741