chibicandy01's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Corpse (revised) A Corpse Distance between realities, Closes as the moment falls... A steady path of never-ending life, Surely, I am losing my reason, Common human frailty is in focus. In-humane my pain becomes, it sadly seems to be, Sorrow in short is a lie. How can I weep for a Corpse unknown to me? As a child I once pondered to observe the soul that is now replaced by this cold sightless shape. But now older with the wisdom that comes with age I can no longer fathom a less unalienable degree of normal reliable feelings. My pain is forgotten amongst the predominant usual human flaw. The importance of this figure draped, for the seeing eyes, in a loosely pieced shroud of gray, Lessons in a heartbeat flash with futile pleas As is the reality one simple mind can not even hope to comprehend A tear will not shed itself For this sorrow I do not bear. Why does this death not tempt me? Give a reason for an enhanced version of the saddest woe. Why does it forsake me? Leave me pity within this sufficient lack of pain A bothersome cover for regret, This aching feeling of loss seems. Still, pity is found more useful subtly, now, beneath a reminiscing dying spark of memory. 6:38 p.m. - 2005-03-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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