I'll miss the glow of morning light
waking me up to another day,
another life.
I think I'll miss the world
for what it used to be
but now I'm staring at the clock
waiting for the right time to come.
I'll miss the smiles I used to get
I'll miss those people too
The ones who ever really cared
about the things I've done.
But time's slipping away,
The clouds are turning grey.
Oceans part,
making way for me
as I tread upon
a thin white line
that leads to
the light at the end of the tunnel
that shall swallow me,
engulf me
into the silver chimes
of afterlife.
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Authors' Note- These poems have been inspired by my everyday problems and life around me.
Inspired by @_Stars_Ocean_Music_ who has legendary poems and stories. She's a person who I've looked upon at (as an equal and as a literary icon).
To all my friends, wherever they are, thank you for keeping me company when I was lost somewhere between depressed.
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If I Die
Poetry"If I Die, would I be remembered?" Sam Carson is struggling with a lot of things. Mostly Life. Living between life and death, between forced choices and compulsions. Never at peace, always at war against emotions. Always thinking about death.
