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?
Tempestlady commented on The Irony Of Suicide
08-19-2009
Tempy commented on The Irony Of Suicide
08-19-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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