I hope this came out okay (it's all one poem) this is dedicated to everyone who has lost someone close to them...hope ur doing okay and still making it by. Life is a gift and although grieving is natural eventually you have to move moving on is always hard, so just keep holding on until you see the sun.-hope u like this I tried my best
He was burning
he couldn't even see the stars
it was like he couldn't breath
His lungs were full of oxygen
but they weighed him down like water
sort of like he was sinking
but he was still on land
he just wasn't breathing
On a day when no clouds traced the sky
his Iris' saw only blackness
And his eyes were closing
so deathly slow
that he swore he heard there faint voices
Angels were calling him
as he fell asleep
lieing on his death bed
at the tender age of 20
after all only the good die young
and maybe he was good
maybe he was free
underneath all his chains
he still saw the the light
and it saved his life
He was breathing again
taking in the beautiful air
and it wasn't an illusion
it was just anther chance
one last attempt to lure his heart into the sweet yellow sun