When a person dies is their escence what they leave behind.Their Spirit, the values they may leave behind. Its a shame to see when some one leaves this world, their legacy. A shiver passes thru my my spine; because of the hurt of losing some ones mind..

                                      i think that its

                                uilt that makes them

                       appear. Like maybe my mind

                 is reffering  to the past of someone i

            might've known. Is it courage  i doubt its fear

        I doubt that its courage too. Seeing these people

kind of scar me but theres nothing i could do about them

                                    sometimes tough i like the people we see...

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