By the time you read this
I'll be dead
Succeeded by millions
Of those I led
Lost amongst the decay
Of those dead before
Who gave birth to me
And millions more
This moment is mine
That moment is his
Time matters not
All that matters, is
Though I am dead
My children shall live
Each in their own world
With so much to give
A pile of bodies
Fleeting moments of fame
All completely separate
Connected only by name
My kin shall live off
That which I shed
What a joyous thing
Knowing that, to be dead.
A contest entry
- Finding Beauty in Sadness by StevieE.
525 points, ended December 31, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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4.4 out of 5
5 senses - 4
Metaphors - 3.5
Feeling- 4.5
Unity-5
flow-5
average rating -4.4
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not sure why but i laughed...a lot when I read this. lol. I'm weird like that. But I really loved the flow. Smooth and easy going!
ing alone,
Mylee
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