Living

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Life has no meaning
why do I try,
I ran to escape
this impossible lie.

I look for a route
an inglorious road,
with a dirt ridden path
and a mountain that folds.

I met my end
I saw my body,
I thought it was over
but it was a folly.

He told me 'go back'
and I was surprised,
He closed the gate
the light then subsides.

And here I am
still alive,
and I can't help but wonder
why, God why?

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Howard Savage 06 January 2016

Life is just what you make of it. Great poem.

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Zaynab Elzain 16 July 2010

great poem..ur getting better and better every day, btw i like this poem even more cause that's how i feel right now, gd work :)

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