Random poems

#1

a person,

a life ,

someone you can love or spite .

its up to you ,

which you choose.

if your life burned bright ,

does it matter in the after life .

and even if your heart feels low ,

the stream of life will always flow .

when I'm gone ,

will my future simply be an empty lawn,

no purpose ,

no meaning ,

simply waiting for the endless ending .

death is black ,

but the tiresome whites meaning lack.

or when my family starts to morn ,

I will reappear as a new born .

though not a trace of my old memory ,

with a new life I shall be merry.

I do not know ,

and I guess I will not know .

life is a show ,

it doesn't really matter ,

the fake image needs to shatter .

then when the string of life comes loose ,

at least you will see the truce .