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poem (triggers)
| Mon, 12-13-2004 - 4:14pm |
Just wrote this today
we fight at every step, death
though it can be soft like baby's breath
or hot red quickness cometh
or like flame to moth - tranquility
attracted by nothing's neutrality
some by heaven's quiet unity
or cold as artic seas
never listening to pleas
of the dead the dying the diseased
some hope may bloom
just to whither so soon
upon life's weary loom
the weft and weave of our lives
we beg and call to God to justify
but in the end the dying still die
this is the path we all must pursue
we falter, and scramble, yet take our due
in the end, we all share life, too
