by Unknown
Oct 2014 321 Views 1 comments
A slow death
life is a slow death
it shortens by each moment each breath
we make many messes
fill our days up with stresses
and what happens after death
is pure conjecture and guesses
so whats the use
if life is but a noose?
tightening everyday
until death is what you pray.
yet the glimmer of hope is still alive
to dream and hope is to thrive
so smile for yet another day
before this life is taken away.
it shortens by each moment each breath
we make many messes
fill our days up with stresses
and what happens after death
is pure conjecture and guesses
so whats the use
if life is but a noose?
tightening everyday
until death is what you pray.
yet the glimmer of hope is still alive
to dream and hope is to thrive
so smile for yet another day
before this life is taken away.
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Posted: Oct 2014
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Comments (1)
the glass is half full ...
thank u for sharing
very insightful poem