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Poem Nine- Sunday

Poem Nine

Sunday

Tomorrow is a day I dislike

Yet it starts a new week

Although I never will know when death decides to strike

Only the one up there will but they never seem to speak

To us in the middle

Unless we're all six feet under

An uspeakable hard riddle

The creater is the one who will plunder

And take whoever they may choose

Some see it as the right choice

Everyone has different views

I, myself think its a sin not to at least listen to their voice

Till I go to the after life

My opion ever lasts as indifferent

As they took it in their own hands and made the decision to use a knife

Nevertheless the noteable will always have the say in the matter at the time they have the commitment

This poem is about how I lost a loved one on a sunday a few years back and how I didn't see them ever committing suicide.

But its also about the other person I lost and they died on a sunday from a heart attack in their sleep. I prayed to god why he decided to take that person but instead all I got in response was the quietness.

How I see death an unfair thing and how no one (unless they commit suicide) ever gets to choose when they get to die and leave this life.

Though I suppose thats how it has to be or life as it is right now would be very different if we had the choice.

'The Noteable' are people who committed suicide and how they choose when they should die.

I named this poem 'Sunday' because I just dislike sundays in general.