Death Poem by Jacob victoria

How i wish that sometime
life won't be so unfair
a bird at hand they say
is better than none
to know how much life
can take from those you
love even in the expence
of trust, the cloud is cryin!
The
winds are clappin, night
has come, when we lay
to sleep without air
how sad that we must pass
through the road of sadness
livin a life of too many lies
bitterness hides in the
perspective of mankind
passin on in weakness
tellin the same story to our
generation, making me breath
outside,
life a surface we just passing though.