Tag poetry about death
Just a child,
born into this world,
Pure innocence,
wrapped up inside of him.
born into this world,
Pure innocence,
wrapped up inside of him.
No knowledge of how this life works,
Unaware of death,
awaiting his soul to keep.
A hysterical mother,
a bewildered father,
Begging for answers
about the unexpected leave.
When I saw you,
In the coffin,
I thought,
I didn’t know you.
It was a shell of you,
Not the real you.
Your body lays at rest now,
