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 year ago

    by End Of Eternity

    Miss You Yaar...

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Reading this 2 years on has brought me a lump to my throat. I miss you, Cindy. x

  • 3 years ago

    by ben thompson

    Last poem of my mother's I ever got to hear. She knew she didn't have much time left when she wrote this. 5 short weeks later she lost consciousness and passed there after. Reading it now brings a lot of emotion forth.

    • 2 years ago

      by Gem

      I've just popped onto the site out of nostalgia and Cindy was someone who truly helped me grow as a writer. She was a pure legend and I'm so sorry for your loss x

  • 3 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging comment

    Cindy writes from her heart and soul and this poem made me cry. Just a heart warming poem that touches the reader.

    Each line allows the reader to feel her tears, fear and emotions.. just heart gripping!

    PS....love you :-(

  • 3 years ago

    by Alvaro Palacios

    Excellent. thank you for this written piece.

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