Slowly Dying

As I lay here Agony clawing Flowing tears I am bawling. Crying over fate Over my rotten luck Cursing this last mate Knowing I'm a schmuck. Wishing I was better Wishing I was smart Yet this pain does fetter And stays in my heart. Can I be the same? No nothing can be As life is not a game But this is just me. Always fighting Always trying Always writing Slowly dying.

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Faraz Ajmal

Date: 3/13/2018 12:53:00 AM

A beautifully written poem, this is what life is, the moment we are born, it start to feed us, slowly slowly and the problem is that we don t even realize that we are coming one step closer to death, eventually we dies and on most occasionfail to complete only one task that s toearn our salvation, to do righteous deeds, good luck and yeah I also hafe a similar poem, the last pray of a dyig person, I ll really appreciate if you could find time to reas it and let me know how it is

Aleera De La Keur

Date: 11/28/2009 12:40:00 PM

Evil, Evil, Evil, you are beautifully evil and wonderful, never forget that love muffin :) and we love you forever and ever and ever Love Wicked and Demented

James Fraser

Date: 11/27/2009 7:36:00 PM

My thoughts are with you Kristy with the beautiful name >> James