Lay me down
to my final resting place
the day was bright and joyful
but the night was dark and dead
I close my eyes ...
and pray to God
pray to him
that there will be
no grief and sorrow
and let it be a
better day tomorrow
a lonely tear
catches my eye
as they never
open again
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Author:
JayFace21 (
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Comments1
Interesting look at dying/death....you described it well. What is the day, versus the night in it? Is the day before you died and the night after? And the way you divided the lines was good, as it effectively made your points.
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