Poetry Project #22
Once death consumes all there is
There’s nothing left to replace the pain.
Once life takes that fatal plunge
There’s nothing left for us to gain.
Lying down in meadows of sorrow
Lightly dipped in mourner’s mists
Looking up at the sky with wonder
Thinking of all that our lives consists.
Realizing this creation will always continue
And seeing the sky with clouds adrift
Knowing once a life is taken
To those clouds that soul’s a gift.
Asleep in grass of green delight
Dreaming of times with those departed
Recalling the scenes of a prosperous life
Of times we laughed completely wholehearted.
Now awake in a world of hate
I’ve tried to start a life anew
When is death, how long should I wait?
I just want to be with you.
March 10, 2001 (age 17)