so as i sit and stare
i wonder to myself who exactly would care
if i died tomorrow
who could ever feel an ounce of sorrow
while my body may still roam
that only stands as my outer dome
inside i am dead
all my life ive been secluded
so ive concluded,
why stay
through all of this dismay
ill never find an answer
i am gone
my problems are to deep
and no longer shall i weep
ill never belong
so i just tag along
on this train of sorrow
looking for a better tomorrow.
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I think I will print this and mail it to my “wife” and let her read it.
Then go out and end it when that day comes.
Great poem.
… wonder if the dead wonder..?
@ wifeisgone thank you that seems like a helluva a way to go out and @heartcore the dead in mind and soul wonder in search of rebirth