The poem
In the distance I fad away, all my life I been running away, hope I never see what happens today. But I still remained wondering about today, what shall I wrote this wonderful day but I remember the day of December and November. All I wonder is why these writing are so alive bring sprits and happiness comes to life, when all I know is that I write for the shake of my life. People reading stories, people reading life, aren't they all the same in my time wondering why he is writing about life. But I found out why, cause if some one didn't write about life who would in my time, maybe in the past or future no one knows why until he die's, as you see again he writes about death and life. But we realized there would be no life, unless poetry was alive!
By: Foxxprid3