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Written by, Jeffrey Davis Kirby
Envy of Life
I feel no pain
I breathe no air
My hands are numb
And my feet are bare
My eyes are rotten
My skin is pale
My fingernails are black
And my breath is stale
My heart is ripped
By the world around me
The sight of me
Would be astounding
My feet are broken
My wrists are cut
Why can’t this world
Be nice, and not rough
My house is a wreck
My pots are boiling over
My sandwich is moldy
And my food is leftovers
My estate is to be sold
My car has been towed
My money is gone
And my family turned cold
The love of money
I know had corrupted me
As none of it’s with me
I feel so unlucky
To have to be here
And not at my home
To be in this hell
I’m all alone
I feel like my life
Has left me for good
My family, my friends
They all want my goods
I see now who I was
And just what I’ve become
If I could go back
I would not be the same one
The one who cursed
The one who hated
The one who loved money
And the one that was hated
I’ll never get another chance
To do it again is all I wish
My family, my friends
I would teach them
To love and be loved
And not to love hatred
To be kind and nice
Not cruel and degraded
That is my wish
It’s for them to know
Will you please tell them
Whoever you are
- by cooll666725 |
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- | Submitted on 04/01/2009 |
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- Title: Envy of Life
- Artist: cooll666725
- Description: I wrote this poem to give an example of a dead man's outlook on his life. I hope you like. XD ^_^
- Date: 04/01/2009
- Tags: envy life
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- 290DarkStars - 04/04/2009
- It would help to work on the rhyme, like a LOT! But its pretty cool :mrgreen; i mean... if this were a book i wouldn't be the first in line, but it sems like an interest... Try a little harder t get the message and moral of the poem through. That is step #1...but you probobly already knew that mrgreen Some things were firm, so with some tweaking...you might get the much antisipated 5 star rating. Keep trying, Poetry is a skill that you can perfect.
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