My reaction to a death of someone I knew.


Jealous of a Dead Boy

Why am I jealous of a dead boy?
He may be getting all the attention
But at least I'm still alive

Why do I morbidly wonder
What would happen if I died
Who would vry for me?

I should not wonder
If those who despised me
Would feel any pangs of regret.

I should not wonder
If "Rest in Peace"
Would be written for me everywhere

I don't want to die
I just want to be missed



Poetry by E. B. Davis
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Written on 2009-01-09 at 01:26

Tags Death  Envy 

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written & exprest , I can identify with the content & the thoughts that lay behind it. Though it's more those my age , that I envy.
Again a good poem , welcome to the bay ,
2009-01-09



All I can say to this is, try being nice then my friend!lol But I am sure you would be missed, you just don't realise it. It is strange how even death can create envy in others, as this prose poem demonstrates so well. I had that when my dearly departed, departed, men were envious of the time we had together! stunning how dark the human phyci can get huh? Welcome to the bay of goodwill to all poets. Smiling at you, Tai
2009-01-09