To Live, at to Love
The title is just random but the poem i wrote, it dosent mean death it means god is standing by you always, even in times of great sorrow,The battle wounds live no more,
The scars fight violentlybehind my thoughts,
I hear the screams no more,
Only scilence,
I see the open door,
I hear the screams once more,
I look past the open door,
Only to see,
The beautiful stare of God looking at me,
Looking at me,
As I frightfully drift away,
His beautiful glow, stands beside me,
As I awake,
I see the open door,
I look past it once more,
As he stands no more,
The scars fight violentlybehind my thoughts,
I hear the screams no more,
Only scilence,
I see the open door,
I hear the screams once more,
I look past the open door,
Only to see,
The beautiful stare of God looking at me,
Looking at me,
As I frightfully drift away,
His beautiful glow, stands beside me,
As I awake,
I see the open door,
I look past it once more,
As he stands no more,
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