Open Poetry #47 |
I Have A Way Of Dying |
passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
There is no way to explain the end of life. I can't write it out. Can't get if off me, strife. Who ever knows how it will end? it's God's way, his choice. Some people live forever. I want you to hear my voice. And really know who I am. Because there's not much time left. It makes me smile, it makes me cry. Play a beautiful song of why. *sigh* |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I hear you loud and clear, passing shadows. I have these moments quite often lately myself. Wanting, needing to be understood by those we come into contact with. Some might go so far as to call it a death-wish. I'm listening to that beautiful song of "Why," and I haven't understood the chords and notes fully yet. ~ Employ teenagers while they know everything. ~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very intense, dear Dixie. "Let go, let God" is a saying that holds a dose of wisdom ... To live consciously is the right way to move forward ... till we take the leap! Love, Margherita |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Your pain reflects sharply throughout this... I can relate, truly. Michael |
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