Tuesday, 24 July 2018

Death Star

A poem from 2018

We did all we could for her
It was too late, that's all
Her time was up

We tried helping her breathe
It was a losing battle, that's all
Enemies stealing life

We tried to restart her heart
It had turned to stone, that's all
Accumulated sins

Wasted away
Devastated
Still beautiful
Yet spoiled
She won't be resting in peace

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