James Fraser Poet Quatrain

Amidst My Futures Past

For what purpose after purpose do we come and go
Entering from utopia whilst life bestows
Sharpened corners lacerate living skin
Unknown of it's actions that happen within

Reflection to selection ones choice is made
To deliver one from breathing with the help of a blade
Elation to relief in translucent surround
Whilst my crimson flows without a sound

Weakened ripples run as I feel myself drain away
Another statistic, on just another of my days
Tunnelled tired eyes in tearful strain
As I turn my light to black, my living no longer reigns

Look at me I'm nowhere to be seen
Drifting in time as if in a long lost dream
The soul of I amidst the futures past
We are born to die not one of us lasts








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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser November 28, 2014 at 9:34 AM Our life is only borrowed and anytime this will be taken.. indeed we nust do in every way to make each moment a lasting one: fulk of remembrance.. it's sad that some people chooses suicide to end their life instead of standing up all despite trials and pains . isn't it that's being ungrateful... James Fraser November 28, 2014 at 12:35 PM I couldn't agree more Olive, but sadly, we're all built differently, and approach situations in so many different ways. Some are strong, some are not, James.......