Life
A Poem by Crystal
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Life
Life is precious to everyone,
But to me it’s a problem.
There are many things precious to me,
Life is not one.
Life is like a bad dream in some cases,
Wishing my soul would wake up.
To die would give me great pleasure,
I wish not.
Life is like cancer,
Not here for a purpose,
In some warp.
It is here just kill,
a meaning of nothing,
Except a bad case.
If there was nothing,
Or anyone to kill,
Hurt,
Die,
No disease to destroy.
I would feel different,
Life would be like heaven.
But its not.
April '96
© 2003 Crystal Anne Wyatt
Life is precious to everyone,
But to me it’s a problem.
There are many things precious to me,
Life is not one.
Life is like a bad dream in some cases,
Wishing my soul would wake up.
To die would give me great pleasure,
I wish not.
Life is like cancer,
Not here for a purpose,
In some warp.
It is here just kill,
a meaning of nothing,
Except a bad case.
If there was nothing,
Or anyone to kill,
Hurt,
Die,
No disease to destroy.
I would feel different,
Life would be like heaven.
But its not.
April '96
© 2003 Crystal Anne Wyatt