Unexpected Death
his eyes shine
as he whispers . . .
I am sorrow
Unexpected death
I Just Want To Be Dead
I just want to
be dead
To go to sleep
and never leave
this bed
I miss you
I need you
You left me
I just want to
be dead
The hidden
wounds go so deep
Death
War.
Hatred!
Repugnance.
Death…
Die in hundreds
every day.
Sadly, the heart
beats,
world oblivious
to pain.
MÓNIKA TÓTH
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