Sunday, April 22, 2012

Mag 114


I always wanted a watery grave
But always lived to far inland 
To have one.
I wish to die
Poetically, tragically,
Like a heartbroken pirate
Sinking to the depths.
I always wanted a watery grave
So here in this forest full of life
I crafted myself one
And laid myself down.
And whispered goodbye
Even before I really had
The chance to live;
Which is really the life of
Us all.

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13 comments:

  1. i always say, a decent funeral is the best gift one can give to himself.

    nice write!

    JJRod'z

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  2. A sad reality of too many people.

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    1. ugh..so hard and sad....to die before ever giving ourselves the chance to live...but sadly true of so many...

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  3. I agree with Brian. Too much is lost through giving up.

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  4. Makes me want to travel to the source of his despair and find a way to fix it.

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  5. You could say you were 'in your element' - well done.

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  6. Theres nothing dead about you brother ! .

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  7. "I crafted myself one and laid myself down" - this is a well-crafted piece.

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  8. I like this so much. Beyond the sadness of the topic there is a defiance that I find admirable.

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  9. Why do so many of us hanker for a watery grave. This has the smack of the authentic.

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  10. To be buried at sea...Viking style...

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