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All Too Often
Contributed by
rogue
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Tuesday, 27th November 2007 @ 03:27:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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life is a drain We do this to gain things that can't be maintained unless we join the game of Count the Bodies Slain Figuratively slain that is steppin' on or over those that can't survive it They're thrown in a pit labelled "misfits" They're stationed in long dark rectangles Soon people come to view them "I don't understand. What was their angle?" "Is that her?" "Is that him?" "I thought she/he was safe with them." Visiting bodies in the morgues Praying to the lord hoping you don't know it Then your eyes start to sting as your brain remembers all those things His first steps When you first pushed him on the swings Now he's gone and it's all to soon All are lost without him But there's nothing they can do One has to move on when struck with such sickness Life left a mess and your back hurts from stress but the pain from both will become less and less You'll learn to deal Your heart'll heal and you'll start to feel again He'll be missed but one would rather have had him then not You know that and life goes on...
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Re: All Too Often
(User Rating: 1 ) by BEE on
Tuesday, 27th November 2007 @ 03:31:22 AM AEST (User
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Beautiful Write keep it up! |
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