Rest In Peace, not Pieces

February 26, 2010
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Death is like a falling feather.
It falls slowly down to earth..
Not making any sound...
Or action to know it is coming.

It takes one...
but feels like its taken a million.

We look up to it, praying it take niether friend or foe.

We live long enough to not realize we're taking God's creaton.


We try to find the meaning of it, but its never found.
We treat life a if it were a battered memory.
We say things like we don't care anymore.

Sometimes we wish we were dead, and think thats the only way people care.
But you're wrong.

It's better to live life than live death.

It's easier to soar like a bird,

Harder to comprehend that you're a falling feather.

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Powd3er said...
Mar. 9, 2010 at 11:45 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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