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The Soul - Poem by NoName Unidentified

When you are given a gift of light,
you should use it to thank the one that gave it to you.

But one day it will be stolen from,
your very hands.
But in return you will receive a gift of wings and a golden ring.

Your soul may have been drained but
you continue to ponder.
Looking down at those special people that suffer
when something disappears.

You think of lost memories,
that you no longer share.
Fore toy have moved on to the city of glory and passion.
So you greet the past presidents and
converse with your late grandmother.

And you begin to think that even though,
blood may shed your face,
you still feel no pain and sorrow...
you are in a new place now, and that's ok.

Because, the only thing bright in your life,
was the blood that you shed...
until now.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem about someone, who died and went to heaven. They were fine with it because they didn't really have a great life. The reference to 'light' is life, and when it is stolen from you, you die. You are then given wings and a golden ring, which is a halo. So basically you turn into an angel.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2012



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