The Irony Of Suicide

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The Irony Of Suicide

THE IRONY OF SUICIDE

 

I try to die

time and again

but seem to rise each time

from this coffin we called Earth.

Buried again

within time and space

emotions and imaginings

our prison cell.

Our dreams distant desires

our wants constant and eternal

sparking soulless fires.

We'll wake again

and feed our needs.

Wonder where

our souls have been?

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Tempestlady commented on The Irony Of Suicide

08-19-2009

I have often wondered where our souls go when we sleep. Nice to know I am not the only one. Nice work...

Tempy commented on The Irony Of Suicide

08-19-2009

yeah I'm going to go to bed, and when I wake I'll hope it's not my soul I can say it would be nice to rest in peace today

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Whiteraven’s Poems (18)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Pain Of Being Alone 1
OCEAN OF TEARS 2
Never Too Late 3
This River I Cry 1
The Irony Of Suicide 2
Nature's Song 4
Madmen And Anarchist 0
If You Cry A Tear 1
Silent Scream 0
Plastic Hippie 3
The Book Of Life 2
I Am Man, I am Woman 0
House Of Misery 1
Fantasy Quest 1
Poeticon 0
A Plea From Mother Gaia 2
Death 3
Love's River 0