June 27, 2011
By Reader101 PLATINUM, Amarillo, Texas
Reader101 PLATINUM, Amarillo, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"We're all pretty bizarre, some of us are just better at hiding it." -Andrew Clark(The Breakfast Club)

"Lack of format? Not possible in my opinion. Writing is an art, therefore you do you what you want." -b_gomez114

It echoes in my ears.
It tugs at my heart.
The day whispers it into my soul.
Dark clouds loom overhead,
gusts of wind tear through the trees,
like a knife through the heart.
Birds have stopped chirping,
silence surrounds me,
as if the world itself is mourning.
As if there is nothing left.
The rain comes,
crying from the heavens.
Why do we die?
Can't we just live on?
Never to lose the ones we love,
our friends,
To know those from long ago.
But we all have to leave someday.
Some before others.
Illnesses, diseases,
bar fights,
or in childbirth.
When your time comes,
others will mourn,
just as I have mourned the dead.

The author's comments:
I had lost a dear friend and the day was so still and quiet I felt like I needed to write...

Dedicated to Joseph Diaz

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