I DIED!

I DIED!

Does your dusk glow orange still?

Do your birds still fly to the East 

On evenings like this?

Oh! Does your heart still beat fast

When rain clouds gather?

Does your rainbow still bring joy

On mornings of humming rain?

Do you still believe in stories 

Of the land of fighting anthills?

Does your head still have that small voice

Telling you to stop when you trespass?

Do you still even dream of events to come

When you sleep through silent nights?

Does your heart still feel pity 

At the sight of homeless mother sleeping 

In the busy streets of your city?

If you don't see any tonight 

Meet me at the graveyard!

 *TimmyPoet*