Standing in the shadow of death, What I feel is not fear, but hatred, it's ugly head it rears. Looking up into the shadows I know my end is near, as I gaze upon the faces I used to hold so dear. I remember all the places, but most of all the tears. My face they do still cover, in the shadows here
Reason for writing:
.... this poem is not an attempt to depress people
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