ImmortalGrace Posted May 30, 2003 Report Posted May 30, 2003 Death calls my name Reaches out to pull me to his cold embrace Fingers stretching, searching for a hold on my soul Feelings gone awry, should I let him take hold? What is really keeping me here Shadows upon shadows, my loved ones who claim to know me Death is a natural part of life They would soon forget me Who am I to tell death “No” Just another depressed teenager to add to the pile Another tally on society’s wall of failures They all pretend to look, pretend to pay attention Why should they really care if I’m gone Not their problem that I can’t eat, I can’t sleep Can’t seem to keep a hold on everyone else’s version of reality Death calls to me
Peredhil Posted May 30, 2003 Report Posted May 30, 2003 Resist the call, Death's illusions cease All things pass, make the change Impotence is society's lie One person can make the difference Before they die. Acting out to meet needs within Demanding those needs be met Is another way to say depression my friend You can do better yet. If you can give without needing response If you can turn inner eye to look out The world's not such a bitter place after all The gift of life don't flout. Hugs There are those at the Pen, at least, who'd miss your voice if stilled forever.
ImmortalGrace Posted May 30, 2003 Author Report Posted May 30, 2003 it is very hard to say what i was thinking when i wrote that poem last night... i seem to have blacked out. when i woke up again, i found the paper clutched in one hand, and a pencil in the other. it has my mom is a tizzy though.. not that i blame her..
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