Sunday, September 21, 2008

Death's Sonnet

A lifetime of pain of pain, of sorrow, of joy
A lifetime so short, so carelessly played
My days like a game, my time like a toy
The toy, now broken of which I'm afraid
I've always had dreams, I hoped that someday
These dreams would come true, little did I know
That forever can end, days fade away
and the time, once my friend, now is my foe
Oh if morning brings life to those who sleep
I live in the night, forever awake
Though through darkness so thick, morning shall creep
My night time will stay, no more time can I make
So many days wasted, so few words said
My last days swinging by death's brittle thread.

By: Rhonda Miller

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