THE DEATH OF ME

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    THE DEATH OF ME
    Tonight as I lay me down to rest
    I pray only for my death
    Lost everything and everyone in this life
    So in death no more pain, no more strife
    My eyes overflow with tears
    My heart no longer of death does it fear
    The pain of life is too unbearable to withstand
    No matter that I am thought a coward when I merely exist as a shell of a man
    No God does ever hear my cries
    All that I've believed is revealed to be all lies
    If I die now for the benefit of you
    Then does not my sacrifice make my love true?
    I know now that I've been born in vane
    An accident f life living in eternal pain
    So forth I go born only to die
    No more pain shall I cause - No more lies
    The last breath I shall breath in this earth
    Ashes to ashes and dust to dirt
    Tonight and every night after as I lay me down to rest
    I shall pray only for death

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    Sorealpoet commented on THE DEATH OF ME

    09-19-2009

    Very Very deep man, yuo are blowing me away with everything I've read so far.
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    Moni commented on THE DEATH OF ME

    03-07-2009

    pray for the death of the imperfect, that what you don't want --then death is good, makes space for a new glorious life -- a new even stronger you Good!!
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    KIMKIM commented on THE DEATH OF ME

    03-05-2009

    Deep. I'm sure a lot of people feel this way or have felt this way before. They may not realize how serious it is until they see it in writing. You may have helped somebody to realize not to dwell on where they are at, but instead to look forward to where they are going. You never gave up so they shouldn't, either! Great job!
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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