Outcast

by Cindy   Dec 23, 2015


Outcast

When the event comes, my death
This old heart will beat no more
Hoping to die with my beliefs
Kindness and truth I fought for

Surely I'm to perish young
Vivid visions brought in dreams
So many things to still complete
Yet time is ever short it seems

Reality so hard to grasp
No tears shed from sorrows eyes
Respect for all those I love
When finality brings my demise

Don't know when reaper's coming
Never sure of a time or day
We all pay our dues in life
Scenes of the past rush my way

No longer do I feel transcending
Just shivering, such bitter cold
Last thing to go in this painful life
Loved ones grip on my weary soul

Written for a title contest

Written by Cynthia Graver December 5, 2015

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  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I remember you posting this. It seemed prophetic then and more so now looking back. I also remember the kindness you showed me and the emails we shared. I hope you are resting peacefully, Cindy.

  • 5 months ago

    by Everlasting

    :(

  • 5 months ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Still missing your presence in this world. Somehow, reading your words connect me to you still.

  • 1 year ago

    by Abstract Poet

    Beautiful poem
    You will be missed for sure.

  • 2 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    Miss You Yaar...

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