Untitled

by craig   Dec 19, 2007


It is a shame, but immortality is not possible.
everyone is dying!.
i want too live forever!,
Yet opposing that, is not at all..
In life you make of it what you will,
and what will i make of it.
The questions are there,my eventuality will answer.
In hope or desperation, i cry.
I know theres no comfort above me, only lonely Sky's. All i know is theres a grave below where i will ultimately lie.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments