The Poem With No Name Poem by Jackalin Friday

Over the dead rainbow were blood falls and were flesh is torn appart, were dreams are shattered and were hopes are crushed, were love is broken, were there is no fun, no talking and nothing but pain and sorrow, were nightmares are born and grow to be scarry, were hell is wanted and heaven is needed, were people die, were people live the grave among us is shure to give, a painful life, a bird is were it belongs with a murder a ravens song, no one has seen this place cuase it is were you are when you fall into a sllep you cannot come back from the day of death will come soon so be shure to say your prayers and always have a reason for living, never give up your hopes and dreams just keep on chasing and rean to grasp your dreams in the palm of your hand and keep it close and then keep on searching and running till the ends of the earth when you have finally achieved your goal.