Why
Why
Empty dark eyes
Staring into space
Feeling devoid of purpose,
Have you embraced the grave?
Are you ready to leave behind ,
All that you love?
To give up your soul
For an unknown place
Without thought of the cost,
To those left behind.
Who will pick up the pieces
Of a shattered life?
Is one fateful moment worth
All the pain?
You have passed on to the living,
On one fateful day.
06-30-2009
06/30/2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Spring Laying In Wait | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| A Patient Time | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| What The Spring Knows | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| Almost A Father | 1 | 11/23/2009 |
| Erotic Fantasy On A City Bus | 1 | 11/23/2009 |
| No More Tears Have Fallen From My Eyes | 1 | 11/23/2009 |
| Color Of The Earth | 0 | 06/30/2009 |
| Going On | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| Why | 1 | 06/30/2009 |
| Moving on From Mournig | 0 | 06/15/2009 |
| Unseen Presence | 1 | 04/18/2009 |
| From Sorrow to Joy | 1 | 04/17/2009 |
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