POEMS The End Death hurts the soul It comes at the end of the road It starts on full But soon turns to empty It comes quicker then we would like But our lives comes equipped with that hike. Problems Problems are miles long and rivers wide But God only knows there is nowhere to hide For problems are with you everyday And from these there is no hideaway Brokenhearted Sick and heartbroken There are …
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…and express my feelings. Writing poetry is my own special retreat. It is a time to escape from everyone and everything. I wrote earlier this year in a paper that poetry is a hobby of mine. I feel that writing is a great escape from problems in your life. This is something I enjoy and will always enjoy. Bibliography these works were written by me. They are poems about the life in which I live.