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by Cindy Dec 23, 2015
Sadness, depression /
OutcastWhen 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 soulWritten for a title contest
Written by Cynthia Graver December 5, 2015
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.
by Mr. Darcy
Still missing your presence in this world. Somehow, reading your words connect me to you still.
by Abstract Poet
You will be missed for sure.
by End Of Eternity
Miss You Yaar...
by Keira Pickard