Date Posted:02:56:30 07/20/02 Sat Author:Gemini Author Host/IP: webcacheB02a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.164 Subject: Re: Sealed In reply to:
Icyheart
's message, "Sealed" on 14:18:10 07/19/02 Fri
Hey Icy,
A bit morbid all this !!!. I think I know where you are coming from though.
It is difficult sometimes to seperate the gloom from the doom, but they are different.
I find the 3rd stanza interesting -
Why wouldn't this person know where death was coming from having prepared for it?
Hey and if you believe, maybe it is never too late to pray.
See how interesting I find your poem !!!
Regards,
Gem.
>As I watch the setting sun
>Slowly remove color and light
>Throwing me into a dark misty night
>
>Upon the evening tide I set them free
>All my dreams and hopes
>As my life takes a final downward slope
>
>Knowing death is knocking at the door
>Not knowing from where it will come
>My mind and body just feel numb
>
>As I move from shadow to shadow
>With all happiness erased or thrown away
>I feel it is to late even to pray
>
>I have quit making any plans of a future
>For as my days are filled with gloom
>My future is filled with doom
>
>Icyheart
>07/19/02
