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[janestarz]

Found a poem I wrote a few weeks back. I remember writing it after seeing a film in school about dying people in 3rd world countries.

I called it “Ill man dying”


Watching the sun arise
From the cold night for the last time
For night is all there is to come
Knowing it is the end
Knowing you have to go soon
Leave everyone behind
All the love and life and pain
All is ending, all will go
And when the moment passes
Know you’ll never see it again
Remember how it was
Let your heart embrace that feeling
And take the black hand
Sigh one last sigh
And leave all sorrow behind


I can still feel the sorrow I felt when I wrote this. I think I captured my feelings in a good way in this poem. It still is a sad poem though.

I wonder: why can I only write about extrordinary things and not about real life? I think the answer is: because real life, going to school and drinking coffee, does not amaze and overwhelm me like someone playing the piano or a movie about someone dying of aids does. I just can’t decide if that’s good or bad.