sammie kelley

(August 6,1980 / madisonville ky)

Life


There is no joy cause life is narrow
There is but pain for life is a missed shot arrow
There is no meaning for life is cold
There is but tears for to life you can't hold
There is no hope for life is cruel
There is no violence for in life anger rules
There is no caring for life I don't love
There is but selfish for life you can't think of
There is no truth for life are lies
There is but hatred for life is unwise
There is no promise for life is lonely
Life is nothing but a word only
Is there any in life that we don't dread
For life is alive yet life is dead....

Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2014
Edited: Thursday, May 22, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (5/26/2014 10:26:00 PM)

    Unfortuately there are some truths in this poem. It's sad though to find one who is so young to see life in this way. (Report) Reply

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