Death: The Last Enemy

Death: The Last Enemy short poem

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I face the cruelty of death
With a gun pointed at my head
Feelings swarm over my mind
Why do we kill each other I will never find
Why are some people not so kind?
Why do we have enemies?
Why can’t they be friends?
Why oh why??
This feeling never ends
These may be my last thoughts
But I think that they are true
That we are not each other’s enemies
The enemy is death
As I take my last breath
I think : ” Yes it is death : the last enemy that shall be destroyed.”
As I fall into the numb void

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Hi everyone!! My names Sukhman and m an aspiring novelist but I still have a thingie for poems... It's been 12 years since birth and m an aspiring novelist though I also have a thingie for poems .. Hope u like all ma poems TEE HEE :)
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Prajvi Mandhani
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WOW!! ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT !!!

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