"After all I will be dead"
Am I dead yet? I think I am a little dead!
But before dying completely, there are things that I haven’t said.
Despite the harsh life, I am thankful for being fed!
For being in good health and having a ceiling above my head.
Pain has been gnawing at my heart, it no more seems red.
A little too young to see this all, I have lived in utter dread.
Is it time that this is over?
Is it time to move over?
There’s a voice that says don’t give in to your fears.
I admit, I fright my loved ones tears.
I may not have always been happy and for that tears were shed,
But what difference does it make now? After all I will be dead!
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This poem was written on 25-7-2013 but I now got time to post it. It shows how I was feeling that day and unfortunately I still feel that way!
~Girlwithpearl aka Witty
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PoetryIt’s amazing what a good mood can make you do, and in this case it helped me write my very first poem. ~The Thoughts Rained In My Brain And when I was done I Saw A Rainbow On a paper, Which Had Just Been Plain~
