Life
It comes and goes and never cares
Who it leaves behind to grieve.
It takes away an innocent child
Who has just begun to live.
It brings into the world
Those who take and never give.
It forces us to hide away,
Locked into our own personal cell,
With padded walls and searing flames.
It makes us live with secrets
For which we are dying just to tell.
Literally dying. No more lying.
When we can't take anymore,
We slam the door and spill our blood,
Forgetting those who gave us love.
One blow to the head and
Your soul is shed,
Only to stay behind and haunt
The ones who had the nerve
To tease and taunt
And lead you to your grave.
It comes and goes and doesn't even care�
Michelle Elizabeth Bernard