The Long Night, The Dark Night : An Uptrennd Freewrite Poetry & Actifit Report Card: April 16 2020
Death has no color
Bitter is the pill of sorrow
The tears of the weak is thick
Dirges they sing to those beyond
The hollow man who do no good
The kind who always help
Met at the junction of hell
Each bearing reward in hand.
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The love that be is gone
So says my heart for long
Many aren't seeingy call
From the abyss of my thoughts
Depressed ones looking thorns
Suicide minds growing more
While death lingers, we still
Helpless as the darkness of the night
Born at will, stay by him
Till his gone, none beside him.
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Bitter pills, oh bitter pills
Pass from my throat,
Oh bitter pills
Psychedelic drugs, antidepressants,
Oh bitter pills, pass
As I doused each one
Followed with tears
Darkness closed my eyes
Till I could open them no more.
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