Death

Death



By: Ida Matilda Wright



Sometimes feels inviting

Its arms waiting to take away

The pain that's too strong

To even say



To be without the tears

The sobs of your own voice

Feels your broken heart with your worst fears

Would be a likely choice



Love feels so neglected

Feels as though you've turned to stone

By another's words-pain projected

And you feel so alone



If the sun never rises

I wish I could care

Maybe if my heart was soft

Maybe if my love I had never shared



Maybe if I were loved too

As much as I loved you