I Wouldn't Do It
I would'nt do it,
I couldn't do it,
Because,
I've been through death,
I've been through pain,
Too many times.
The emptiness,
The futility,
The senselessness,
Of death.
All the regrets,
All the "why?"s,
All the shock,
All the starkness
Of life and death.
How nothing else
Matters.
I wouldn't do it,
I try not even
To think about it,
Any more.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2006-07-08 at 13:04




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