Amy's blog: "Poetry"

Death and despair

Loon in the air

It’s everywhere I look

In every cranny and nook

Gloom and doom

Inside my room

Is there light at the end of this tunnel

It feels like I’m in a funnel

Getting smaller and smaller

Maybe in just getting taller

Taller or smaller what’s the difference

There is no point to resistance

Fighting the fight

Has drained me of all my might

So I lay down to sleep

I hope for someone my soul to keep

In dying before I wake

I hope for someone my soul to take

For in death I must release

To forever live in peace