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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 End Of Eternity
Miss You Yaar...
by - Mr. Darcy
Reading this 2 years on has brought me a lump to my throat. I miss you, Cindy. x
by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko
): ): ):
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.
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
by Maple Tree
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 :-(
by Alvaro Palacios
Excellent. thank you for this written piece.
by Dagmar Wilson