if i should die tonight please find a place go out after my death get back in the race holding me tightly with tears in our eyes i used to be just one of the guys i keep a diary somewhere in my room leads me out on friday leads me to my doom cry, tears of salt and water streams from my eyes and rain pours down upom me and im still walking in pain i feel the darkness begin to surround it grabs me hard and pulls me down i barely have time to say goodbye before i spread my wings and fly im scared , and one more tear comes out before it closes my eye fear keeps me alive but i see something ahead the life i lived that got me dead and i look back trying not to turn into salt but its over and its all my fault as i lay there on the ground where i was slain no more will i walk in painBirth sign: Aries
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