
| Dying
Author: Icthoid Matro Coselos (rated for utter sadness) An expression of sorrow, continuing and the effecting subtlties
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 257 - Reviews: 6 - Published: 04-20-05 - id: 1891177
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Dying 4/20/2005
I do fear that I'm dying
Even here as I'm lying
In this bed
I lay my head
I wait for rest tonight
As I'm in the crest of strife
And I lay my head
I'm nearly dead
I strain to live on
But pain keeps coming on
There's no relief
Life what's your beef?
I'm nearly there
Life's not fair
A kiss of hope for better times
When there'll be more fun and rhymes
Without a care
I rip and tear
Away my pain
Though it falls like rain
I'm saying "life so long"
To a time long gone I sing this song
There's no answer
It's a cancer
Blind the problem
My friends, I rob them
The unknown
Has clearly shown
Love has no need for me
Don't weep you'll see
Life's a zoo
I get the clue
I'm a whelp you see
There's no help for me
I hear them calling
I'm still falling
Sadness dawns
Sorrow yawns
I can't keep it in much longer
But I feel myself a monger
Of my feelings- ups and downs
I feel it sillier than clowns
To show my pain
It feels so lame
Time shows no avail
I've no more than failed.
Magically,
Tragically,
Life goes on
To the end I sing this song.
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