By: Hunter Christian
The page sat empty
The inkwell too
Feather pen broken
At half past two
The stove had gone cold
No story to be told
No literary fame
Nameless he remained
The lonely author's name
At quarter of three
With shivering knees
Death decided to call
The handwriting upon the wall
Death comes when it comes
Death comes to us all
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It hurts to be alone.
This is so sad. Our only hope is that he lived a good life!
Truth be told as you said,
“Death comes when comes
Death comes to us all”!
~Laura~
A sad read but a great read.
Interesting read very moving , sad but well done....😎
Very sad write and very true the body dies but the Spirit lives forever.
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