Hurt

Don’t life hurt in

a happy kind of way?

It takes away one you love but

in return it leaves their memory

forever with you to stay.

Don’t life hurt as soft as snow

taking away one you love

knowing you want to go?

Don’t life hurt making us

feel like a fool?

But then life is a game

And death is it’s rule.

Don’t life hurt like

an agonizing pain

even if it makes several

stops on it’s life long train?

Don’t life hurt when it

makes it’s last stop?

And the deadline is

Death the eternal clock.

 

Cheryl D Faison

© 2011

 

 

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~ by Le Sublime Poétesse on June 11, 2011.

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