Death
Death... the final breath, the last smile you can take, forever gone in a land of
make. Your words to be spoken lost in a book unread, and now you're laying in
some death bed. Why now? Have I done such wrong to deserve this punishment
that I have gotten? Forever to be lost in a world alone and forgotten.
My life has just seemed so short compared to those who have sinned, for I too
will be gone with the cold and lonely wind. As you finally close your eyes, you can
see the final step that takes you to a higher place, which people say.
But where to? With whom? What is said? Well all these questions can be only
answered when you are dead.
Copyright © Kevin Sabay | Year Posted 2008
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