by Emily Mar 11, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
It was just a normal day |
by Clown
Death is an endless sleep in wich we dream dreams no mortal had dreamnt before, rather dark or peaceful is created within our own imagination of what Divine is or isnt. I loved the illustration in this poem. it was vibrent, it brought me back to my own brothers funral, watching him go down, watching the grave keeper pour the dirt ontop of his casket, being angry that there was nothing I could do to wake him up. It brought back many emotions in me and many memories. I honnor my brothers life, and try to live everyday like it was my last. thank you for reminding me why I still fight to live |
even though that isnt true, it is still very sad, and really good at the same time! XOXO |