til its gone

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til its gone

Do we want to live ?
Or are we just tempting death.
Maybe its just to give him or her something to do.

We take our live for granted now.
Do we even realize that.
Dont think so!

Till everything is gone from us.
We use it all up till its gone.
Then we miss it when it left us 4 good.

Death is very strange and weird the way it works.
All he or whatever death is has to do is,
Snap his fingers and someone dies.

Do you think you will notice if death picks you ,
Next what if a loved one is a that risk
Will you die for that loved one?

Or will you just watch it all happen.
Not that your sick minded you just watch,
as your loved slowly gets the life drained out of them.

Then you wake the next not realizing what you did.
You feel refreshed and relax and something missing
Cant lay a finger on it

Till it is gone!!!!!!!!!!!!

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badwan commented on til its gone

09-02-2009

The death, The big question, helpless we are in front but still the life will go on with sadness in our soul for missing our dearest o god pless them all Avery touching poem

forbiddenfruit

09/03/2009

Thanks glad you liked it

tortured commented on til its gone

08-20-2009

death is just a transition, but for those of us who are left behind, the pain can be unbearable. nicely written poem. i liked the flow of it.

forbiddenfruit

08/20/2009

thanks tried do something different than what i usually write

Vincent commented on til its gone

08-20-2009

Death is as natural as birth, it will come for us all, and it hurts the ones left behind, but I don't cry for those who have passed on, I cry because I love them and will miss them so much, a poem of pain, i'm feeling your words. smiles Vincent P.S. I here if you need someone who listens.

forbiddenfruit

08/20/2009

Thaks you know how to calm someone down and leave them peaceful minded thank you alot :]:)

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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