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Many people are dying
From sickness, killings, or just from natural causes
For some they are dying from slow agonizing deaths
Others live with incurable diseases at this time
Maybe death is the only way to be cured
We live under the shelter of our parents from a certain period of time
Then like a baby bird we go off and fly
Fly and continue to grow into who we truly are, yet some of us don’t make it this far
We have a burden that holds us down
Whether it be from family or friends or just another hopeless situation that never seems to come to an end
Death seems to be the only cure
As that young bird we could careless because mother was constantly there protecting us from her worst fears
But now that we have learned how to fly our burdens seem to take hold of how we glide in the sky
Some of us can’t take the pressure or burden of knowing or caring or feeling the pain and suffering anymore
So we let death take us from the air
We no longer soar amongst the clouds
We no longer teach our offspring how to survive
But to surrender to deaths shot gun as it takes shot after shot
Finally taking us out of the sky
Because we let the burdens weigh us too close to the ground
Tags: Poem.
