A horrid truth

by Nicole   Feb 4, 2010


A heart break, a breath, a pulse... in short a life.
A life just begun, or a life at an end?
A life of an unknown, a life of a loved one
A life of someone unknown to us doesn't make it any less important

A life cut short is tragic to those whose ears it happens across
but what of a lost battle against an illness?
or a mere accident?
Is death itself not a tragedy to those that person left behind?

The friends, family and those who we hardly know at all
each one feeling lost at the time they lose someone they were connected to.
The cirlce of life scarcely brings us comfort
Being told time and time again that someone we love is better off, in fact brings anger into our grieving soul.

For those left behind, there is pain, loss, suffering and so much negative emotion, that both the heart and the mind become clouded.
wrong judgments constantly leading to horrid endings
alcohol, drugs, harming oneself, are not the answers
and suicide brings yet more lost to those already grieving.

Yes its a circle we follow, its filled with pain from birth to death.
it always continues, and ones innocence is short lived.
Children mistreated and abused are forced to grow up and in this time they become lost.
Even worse is when their protectors abandon them or worse were never there to begin with.

A jumble life may be
but hear these words ringing true
we are born to live a short time
the pain often outnumbers the job
but when that sun smiles upon us the days seem less desolate, and thus during these short times we truly are alive.

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