Poem by: poethead20
lost, empty, confused, hopeless, darkened
Submitted: January 16, 2013
As time passes,
And innocence be shed.
As hope dies,
And hatred is bred.
As lives empty,
And death does spread.
What then shall we do?
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Good question and good poem! Short but powerful! I wonder myself many times what would happen if the end came and have experienced the end in my own illness.
Yes it is isn't it. And thank you very much. I have not experienced any type of end of my own. It's just a question that occured to me out of the blue. I'm glad that you enjoyed my poem.
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