Time moves on
Even as you are stuck in a moment
Trying to break free of your hurt
And convincing yourself to move on
Life is hard
This you know all too well
As you struggle through the pain
That living has caused you
Soon it will end
Because in the end it is life
That causes your death
And brings about your end
For without it
Death could not exist at all
Because without life,
There is no death to be had
Author notes
So it is a horrible, and atrocious, and abominable, and abhorrent, and detestable, and dreadful, and deplorable, and despicable, and ghastly, and gruesome, and heinous, and horrendous, and nauseating, and pitiful, and repulsive, and revolting, and sickening, and unpleasant, and vile, and wretched poem.
By the way, if you read that entire list of adjectives, I applaud you.
A contest entry
- Quotes - ROUND ONE by Musical Renaissance.
600 points, ended September 19, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I know the scattered feeling this brings or at least with me. It conveys to mean someone who has bottled all of this up and finally explodes and releases it very quickly to the nearest friend that'll be nice enough to lend an hear. Good work. :]
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Bravo
I dont know you personaly but I feel a bit loser to you now thankz to this -
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you."--Katherine Hepburn
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