The Depraved Part of Life

[JC4life]

Death is the most unpleasant part
Of life for those left living
So why do we die?
Why can’t one be immortal?
Why can’t one live
Forever and ever,
With no pain
And no suffering?

Why must one die
Just before their 15th birthday?
Or just after they turn 16?
Why, damnit WHY!?
Why must someone leave
Their teenage daughter back
Why must someone leave
Their wife
To pick up the pieces
Of their life
Or worse
To start over?
WHY!?

Why most someone abandon
Their life
Not yet lived
To the fullest?
It’s unfair
It’s not right.
It’s the depraved part of life.
So why?

Can’t somebody answer?
Doesn’t anybody know?
Could not somebody please
Tell me something
Anything
Just to set my troubled mind
At rest?


No.

[rinna(on leave...for eternity)]

well i've asked those questions in the first part of your poem, the rest was resolute. a lot of these you may never get the answers to, but i hope that writing it has made you feel better. i thought this was great.
ps i'm on the pm anytime you're up for a chat.
x rinna x

[JC4life]

Death is just a part of life, I know, but it's still hard when you are around it so much. In the past two years I have been directly effected by the deaths of eight people. Yes, more than I can count on one hand. 3 friends on my birthday, one grandparent, and four parents of friends.

Sometimes life just kicks ya in the... um, head.

Thanks Rinna

<3 S