Beautiful Strife

I lament over the passing of thee  
Privately, not for eyes to see
Shall I write not say a word
This world a cold cruel place.

Your path one of beautiful strife
Many unaware the glory of life
So many quotes they say absurd
This world a cold cruel place.

My face did sink in untimely passing
Shall I eat or go on fasting
How I want this feeling to purge
This world a cold cruel place.

On the brink from smelling the ash
We cannot bring back the past
Emotions hidden not let to surge
This world a cold cruel place.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Dawson Avatar
August 14, 2013 at 3:36 PM
A structurally sound piece, which eloquently frames the theme of the poem. This is the kind of poem I like to read: well edited, excellent use of language, and use of emotion - excellent work!
Kendrick Avatar
August 14, 2013 at 2:40 PM
Unique and creative work that you have penned..Enjoyed reading it today..It ends on a sad note..Sara
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