Death will select your door to knock on.
Careful with the slips.
Thank you for reading
Another challenge for myself ! A poem with the combination of using alliteration and repetition (also well personification)
Entry for tomorrow’s prompt ‘Slip’
Grasping on Can't hold on much longer
In the dark, down there, insufficient oxygen. Something I don't wish to experience.
Going back to work tomorrow. I hope that I don’t slip and fall, back in to old habits. Bad ones.
I’m moving in two months and in the year and a half I have been in Florida, I have meet some pretty cool people. This is dedicated to you😊🤪
Something I wrote for the daily challenge. It's a short one.
I’m not a fan of presentations, like a lot of people I know(maybe you too). This is what I feel when I have to speak up in class.
Some may say that with time things get better, but that is a lie. With times things only get worse but you learn how to lie to yourself.