There will be a time when your family cry
When your friends feel so lost and denied
But don't look to me to explain when you die
What has happened, since I've never died
I don't know the answer that no body knows;
Where we go, or what might happen next
But I've been here watching the damage expose
How the conecpt leaves this world perplexed
If I could describe death, I don't think I would
Since not knowing gives hope to the blind
Though I, for myself, would find out, if I could
But I daren't leave my loved ones behind
For those who don't know; death is some kind of end
To living on Earth that we can't comprehend
A contest entry
- Death by Anonymous Spark.
400 points, ended March 7, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Terrific
A really well writen poem, thoughtful. I have been
with family who have recently died. I held my Father's
hands for an hour just after he died. His hands were
warmer than mine, I have wanted to punch God on the nose for taking a son of mine (I still feel that way)
even though 'it' happened almost nine years ago now
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OH MY GOD
You see this is the kind of poem that i wanted in my contest
great write
and well done
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I'm glad you liked it. Thanks.
Good contest.
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Sounds like the thought doesn't bother your or maybe you have accepted it. It's a good piece and a good explanation, insofar as there is one of course.
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