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See the raindrops fall
Can they be as real as the tears hidden
Waiting to shed out as the skies release
Thy negative energies concealed for so long
Sun can't take the pressure of the agony no longer
For life has its darkest side
Standing over the ledge of the rooftop
Waiting for the light to brighten out
The eyelids from the haze fogging over the heart
Making them reawakened to a crystal clear phenomenon
Is this the afterlife, to relive in the depths of a last breath
Eternally amongst the grave to rise with the fallen angels
If so then take a breath and face the reality
Life is eternal of what you make of it in which
It's time to be welcomed to the breath of who you are
And what this world is
Of all of you and what you were and will be
In which, welcome yourself, and welcome all to your life.
Can they be as real as the tears hidden
Waiting to shed out as the skies release
Thy negative energies concealed for so long
Sun can't take the pressure of the agony no longer
For life has its darkest side
Standing over the ledge of the rooftop
Waiting for the light to brighten out
The eyelids from the haze fogging over the heart
Making them reawakened to a crystal clear phenomenon
Is this the afterlife, to relive in the depths of a last breath
Eternally amongst the grave to rise with the fallen angels
If so then take a breath and face the reality
Life is eternal of what you make of it in which
It's time to be welcomed to the breath of who you are
And what this world is
Of all of you and what you were and will be
In which, welcome yourself, and welcome all to your life.
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I wrote this poem out of complete boredom while in bed, and reflecting on the past and a speech that Pastor Bob from my church was talking about, in regards to a afterlife of eternal heaven, and aside from the reality that I believe in any life and afterlife is what you make of it, I decided to write this poem anyway to rest assure that no one is alone. People who are as down and lonely as I am, may fear in the depths of the unknown til they consume themselves in negative energies to the point the worse happens through karma, life, even the taking of their own lives when there's no need for it. When the time comes, they'll know. All people can do is reflect on the past, focus on the present, and seek forward into the future, to make it all repeat itself in a new and brighter eternal life.
Anyway, if you don't improve of this poem, I know it sucks, and I completely understand. Though my arms hurt, and I should be getting up for the restroom or something. Not that it's anyone's business, I just need to figure out a way to shut up, that's all.
Anyway, if you don't improve of this poem, I know it sucks, and I completely understand. Though my arms hurt, and I should be getting up for the restroom or something. Not that it's anyone's business, I just need to figure out a way to shut up, that's all.
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