Life is a distant, precious thing
But its flaunted like a golden ring
Death can grip our beloved and friends
But until our time, we are indifferent.
It creeps upon us, a darkened cloud
There and gone, a soulless shroud.
We cause it, we enforce it.
Death is inevitable...
Who's to say we wont all die today?
Or perhaps tomorrow will bring further sorrow?
Could it be only yesterday that person passed away?
We've loved, we've lost.
But just what is the cost?
A life, an emotion?
Perhaps a second notion?
These are thoughts, floating in someone's mind.
Don't we all wonder, at some point in time...
What its like to die?
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The Scatterbrained Thoughts of an Artist and Writer
This is where I store any thoughts I don't wish to share, stories, or poems. My entries are usually only for my friends to view - Sorry, major trust issues!
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