TONY Arbash

(4 6 1990)

DEATH IS


Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart

Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away

Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell

Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt

Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf

Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew

Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed


thanks for my friend MIRTE13 from USA she write this poem

Submitted: Thursday, November 20, 2008
Edited: Monday, March 09, 2009

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