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Fear

I'm not afraid to die I'm not afraid to leave this world My fear does not reside here For it appears to not exist My worries have left This god forsaken life For one day I will leave With the world to Morn The thoughts and ideas left behind Poetry which was my life Relationships which obviously Ended with a bad story and a price to pay I'm not afraid of death Lying in this bed So cold I can see my breath Yet still cannot feel my heart I do proclaim that I do not feel, The ability too has escaped from my hand I have no control of it And believe I never will I'm not afraid to leave this world For ill go to another life Or be left in a state of limbo To where ill find a way to adjust Death is a natural thing Yet most fear it I believe the ability to start over Is a great gift why deny it Most people have never seen death Nor have they experienced it and come back So how do we know which is better This life or could it be the after Remember me as I was younger For the things I've done since Are but a mistake Remember me as Steven G. The little boy to which Could but help to ask his mind The child to which had endured All the bad examples of his mother The son to which when his father Had a rough time he could come to his son That is how you should remember him as Then Not as this creature Which you see before you Not this hormonally driven teenager This self centered person A young adult who does as he wishes And doesn't even think of the to come Death is not my worry The quicker it comes The quicker I leave When I leave I wish to be remembered Just don't forget The hopeless romantic The eager to help child The poorly treated son of a mad woman Remember The Psychiatrist of his father The child who helped raise his brothers And most of all you can never forget The child to which was a child The child that never existed For he grew up too fast He has already died

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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