Life's Gift
Hold me together today
for it is a day of angst
and I feel the fear of
all other parts of life
and all parts of death
some are good and not
some are evil and not
time will cease this day
never to be marked again
water will boil away
and turn to steam and
waft away into the sky
never to return as rain
wind will no longer blow
to refresh the stale earth
clouds of smoke will be
to replace the fresh air...
Breathing will become
a labor of epic proportion
no warm sun on our faces
no gentle rain on the brow
no breeze will cool the
parched, and barren souls
or lay our minds at ease
never to have been loved
this very moment in space
would be the ultimate
betrayal of your own being
never to have lost, or felt
the wrenching pain of loss..
No death in your life
No life in your death
No laughter in your heart
No mischief in your smile
No love in your eyes...
Why did you forsake your life?
Why did you not use it?
Why did you squander it?
How dare you take such a gift
as the breath of life, and lay
it aside as if it had no importance...
Your place in hell has been
laid for you in return for
slighting the very one who
created you, and gave you life...
This day you shall die the death
of your very soul and body
for all eternity and ever...
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