DEATH Poem: Finding Beauty is a Weakness, by Kelsey Malley

Was all the darkness worth it?
Shreds of light burn pupils as they stain the beauty.
The little corpse brought to now is silent.
Lifeless thought cannot withstand the tragedy of being.
Its puny body is angelic and sweet,
Lying still with eyes closed with smile spread.
How could something so new suffer so much,
In such short time.
Finding beauty is a weakness,
And where is God now that the beauty is dead

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