Shattered

By Gothatheartholo

Your world just shattered in a snap,

And cry for the things you have lost.

Poor child, wipe your tears; take a nap.

You’ll have peaceful dreams without cost.

And do not wake up, lonely child,

Because reality is too cruel,

In your dreams, a calm grin you smiled.

Death challenged you and won the duel.

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A/N: … Yep, this is another iambic pentameter poem (did I say that right?), with one of those patterns in rhyming and such. Eight lines, eight beats.