Mya Crawford

Life

Losing
Immortal
Freedome
Every passing Second

Life Or Death,
What is the diference really?
To live is to search,
To die is to sleep,

But what are we searching for?
For happiness?
For sadness?
For love?
For hate?
Or do we really even know?

Losing
Immortal
Freedome
Every passing Second

Poem Submitted: Friday, June 8, 2007
Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 9, 2011

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Comments about Life by Mya Crawford

  • Mark Halle (6/8/2007 12:36:00 PM)

    This really struck a chord with me Mya. Searching - yes, I know just what you mean. It doesn't seem to be this way for so many people, but for some of us it's a puzzle we work and work at even though we know it's probably unsolvable..

    Thank you for writing this.

    Best wishes,
    Mark

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