How we die(d)...

there will be
a time
when we die
that others
will say
it happened so fast
so unexpected,
when in truth
the soul had been
crying
for ever so long
praying for comfort
for healing the wounds
that drained
the life
from the life
that could have
been saved.
But no one
noticed. or heard.
or cared.
How sad.

Rules...

it might make you sad
it might make you cry
it might make you lonely

the rule is
there are no rules

Perplexed...

 I know there is
but I don't know
where it is.

 

there will be nothing left.
there is nothing left.
empty hurts.
being ignored makes me sad.
your life is busy,
you don't have time.
or am I just not important any more?
I can't say this out loud because...
it would sound pathetic or angry
and make you feel guilty, perhaps,
or angry also and then where
will we be? Nowhere good.