TEARS FOR THE DEAD

My face is wet
And i know not yet
Whether it be rain or tears


My heart beats
With spasmodic feats
Is it anticipation or fears?

I see through the blur
Of an eye drowned in color
Lifeless, the fingers that led me through the years

O reaper, blind
Did you not a ripe fruit find?
Now rain doth mix with my tears


Comments

  1. coz dis world is not ours....is jst sad hw ppl die at d wrong tym so every moment we are awake we should be grateful.....

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  2. yes that's right...sometimes people get old and ill yet they don't die and some other young dude gets the call...
    really, i'm glad to be living

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