Ashes to Ashes

Why speak
when words become weak
and everything you want is in the darkness
and you are forever alone

Happiness will never meet you
and your prince will never seek you
You will die unknowing
from your heart with blood flowing

Beating and pumping
all of your life into nothing
You'll be a stain on the soil
until dust in the face of turmoil



Poetry by Leila
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Written on 2013-03-11 at 02:10

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I remember a couple lines from a poem:

"I will die not knowing,
and it is killing me."

I don't remember the poet, only that I understood, as you do. But, the poet was young, and I was young(er). I'm older now, I have a little more life experience. Your heart will know, and it will be good. Enjoy the journey.
2013-03-12