Dying Day – Impact

(A/N: ok...total stream of consciousness style poem which i wrote one night when I was really really upset...just wanted to post it because I've never written SoC stuff before...ooh and it's free verse so no fixed stanzas...and the ending's a bit morbid...but then so is the entire poem...so yeah...Read and review please :D)

You could die today

And it wouldn’t change a thing

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You could die today

And you’d just be another number

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You could simply leave

For there would be none who truly cared

Whose world you rocked and life you lightened

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You could die today

And no one would ever know

That you were alive

And you laughed in the day

And cried in the night

Hoping the walls had ears

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Hoping that someone would hear

Your guilty tears

And shatter that carefully constructed mask –

Find out who you were

Though you didn’t know yourself

And you were the one

Who ever so purposefully crafted the mask

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Wandering all the while

If there were someone who would bother enough to break it

A caring friend, or your knight in shining armor

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No one ever came

No one heard

No one ever saw

Your dreams and hopes

All that you wanted to do

For a world that wouldn’t know and didn’t care

If you existed

For people who wouldn’t weep –

they had never known your laugh

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You know what would happen

In the event of death

They always did something

Silly humans and their rituals

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They’d have a funeral

Have a holy figure of some sort

Who represented a religion of which you knew naught

Chanting a prayer

To the God who had never answered because you had never asked

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A gathering of your relatives

Strangers you had seen perhaps once

Cousins you had never cared for

Who had always burned you with their gazes

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They had never understood

Not with their restrained giggles

And recalcitrant smiles – so fake

You wanted to break them

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Never understood the pain

Of knowing you will never be the same

Never know that their shallow inadequacies

Are overmatched by yours

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You were always the high-flying star

Who glittered out of reach

They never understood

You were a meteorite –

A streak of light

That just came crashing down in the end

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Even meteorites made ripples (of destruction)

Your death would make none

Except perhaps to give the Relatives

15 minutes of entertainment and jaw exercise

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You never wanted it really

Never wanted to be the best

Even as you craved the recognition and praise

Of your younger days

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You were a flaming star

Whose light was dimmed

Only by the presence of those

Who were brighter than you

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All you ever wanted really

Was to write

To lose yourself in precious words

Engulf your being in creating a masterpiece –

Your Michelangelo made out of paper and ink

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All you ever wanted was to read

To lose yourself in another’s imagination

And fly off to an illusionary world

Of laughter and sorrow

Because you had entirely too little and too much of both

Because those words made a difference

To someone, somewhere

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And you wanted to make one too

Only you didn’t know it

Realized it too late

That your death sealed any chance

You might ever have had

Of changing anything at all

Because a dead person

Can’t cry nor laugh

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Can’t brighten a day with a smile

Or motivate someone – drive them on

Can’t change a person’s life

By simply being not-dead

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Can’t ever know

If you’ll ever meet that knight of yours

If you’re dead

Kira-Reen

10/02/06