|
Self
|
|
Sunday, 07 January 2001 |
|
I don't want to die its all too soon.. is it ever too late anyway to see ones life pass by each day. Haven't lived life at all watched the suns first rays or seen the Niagara falls. Haven't held the dewdrops in my palm nor seen the moon in a hot air balloon Haven't even counted them all the stars in the sky the cracks in the wall. Haven't seen my son grow up to be a husband ..a dad or just as tall as me Haven't even got to hold my wife's wrinkled hand my grandchild's chubby one. That one fateful night That crazy moment of passion was all it took for the virus to take its action. it wont happen to me was all that I thought its others who get THAT THING and went out to have that one last fling. I Am in Death's Snare The virus kills-thats what they all say.. I am the actual killer I know I killed all their hopes I dashed all their dreams. Won't be keeping all my promises cos its time now to go.. There's so much to do no time to whine mustn't waste these precious moments of mine. I am a Dead man walking through LIFE. all by myself Hibernating in Vacuo.... Death lives in us all. I didn't know. Tried to cheat even death itself. Was such a grave mistake . I won't outlive to regret. ~ by Supriya Barsode
|