Prayer

by nouriguess   May 22, 2014


There, death.
We give up. You win.
You always win.
Just be quick,
come all of a sudden,
come in the shape of a bullet,
of a deep, deep burn,
of a wide open wound,
of anything,
anything, death,
but nostalgia.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Brilliant little piece. That death would come so quickly for everyone - a short but powerful write,
    All the best
    Ben

  • 9 years ago

    by Marvellous

    Death, is never the best option. Within every scar, healing dwells.

  • 9 years ago

    by Abed

    So much in a few words.
    Ah.

  • 9 years ago

    by Dragon Boy

    There is much pain in your poem! as short as it is, it has a powerful message, but try to rhyme is, and write more about it.. you got potential

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