My Death
"My Death"Searching for everything this life is meant to offer, yet finding nothing more then emptiness which seems to always accompaing lonliness. Why so many make themselves follow false prophets ann gods for a sense of security from all the fears they hold inside, I have yet to understand. As the days begin they always seem to end to soon, we hold each moment dear to us, for hopes of having things to linger on as our life flashes before us, to show us how insignificant our time on this earth really is, yet even though we all understand this we fear the end of all things. As i have lived I have seen people learn to yearn for more time, yet not all are that weak, some wish for it all to end already. It seems as my days go by I can't help but wonder when and why.
When will my time come,
I've sat waiting her for so long.
Why wasn't I given a choice,
I never asked to live this life.
When do I finally get a chance,
A chance to finally end what I never wanted to begin.
Why of all the people lost,
I am the one left.
When will I be able to see them again,
All those who left me.
Why them and not me,
They had so much more.
When will everyone understand,
I was born without a purpose.
Why won't they just let go,
I have never been what they presume.
When will i have my chance,
To eternally rest in peace for once.
Why do the peices never fit,
It all doesn't make sense.
When will he finally lead me,
Lead me to the place I truely belong.
To My Final Resting Place.
All around me people seem to see things that are beyond me, they seem to belive I hold so much more that I have yet to see within myself. How will I show all I only yearn for my
Death To Set Me Free.
Written by
Keith Stewart
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