Wasted

Wasted It was a life well presented In the form of a soul A body to maintain A heart to sustain Everything went in proportion All was in good combination We believed in perfection Not in satisfaction Pleasure and Luxury became the ultimate aim Poverty and Hunger was the least to maintain Nothing was in sight but there was gain Money was rain blood went down the drain Cant ask , even HE seems to be afraid Looking at the Dead HE seems to be loosing his Head. Assumptions now became reality Invisibility became cruelty Nothings left but insanity ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You can find Distance in my book of poems "labyrinth on---http://www.amazon.com/Labyrinth-Mustafah-Mun/dp/1409285251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1252381235&sr=1-1