With each setting trend, another story is told.
So as I look at the construction, of the world today
I inhale the destruction, that just won't go away.
Yet deep in a corner, there is a spot of great peace.
A place so much warmer, where there is no police.
A place from the past, that we use to know.
A place of green grass, lightly covered in snow.
Today is so cloudy, I hope for the shine of the sun.
My thoughts become rowdy, when I think of the battles I've won.
When my confidence seems low, I easily deceive you.
What you have to know, I never believed true.
So with all that said, is life what it really seems.
Only when we are dead, will we know what life really means.
So I open up my mind, to the ideas of all
Because in do time, we all must fall.
So when I leave this world, and give my final good bye.
I won't have a casket of pearls, but you'll find love in my eyes.
I've gripped all the terms, of a troubling life.
So when I rest with the worms, I'll make joy my wife.
Right now death, might be coming near.
But my last breath, I will not fear.
I will let the memories of yesterday, put a smile on my face.
And I will take my life and live the rest today, and sleep on sheets of lace.
by Ricky Silva, July 2013
Hi Ricky, lovely poem though sad this time around. The last verse is concerning. You are not nearing death, so I hope you dont mean it in this way. Ihope you are keeping sane as it is very tough going for you! Take care. Michaela.
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