Plastured to a saffron loomed existence Wishing to arise one day thru its distance Atrociously awaiting as the searing never subsides Relented without and having solace insides Petering gradually as life diminishes Lost in sorrow and looking for Heroic finishes Murky in mind of the crimping demise & now divulging the arcane cries With no one near; to again fear It comes only in one; a tear
[This message has been edited by Bojopy (edited 01-04-2000).]
Bbuzz thank you for the response and i write sad poetry to be happy....and no I am not dying but yet I am and so is everybody.... I dont mean that in a depressive way either I just know I'm alive and will die!!!