I'd Rather Be...

Death was a beauty she could not afford,

Endless day with even more restless nights,

Sitting there saying, "oh help me lord",

No answer would come, and ended in fights.

 

She waited for someone to find her there,

Sitting in a cellar meant for canning,

When he came back he came back with a stare,

And when he left her, she stayed there standing.

 

He hit her, and beat her, and killed her love,

So when she saw his face, she fell in fear,

And when she remembered the skies above,

She thought of summer days and down fell tears.

 

And other things he did I cannot say.

Scary that we let this happen everyday.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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