How much do you have to hate life, to not be scared of death? - ThePoet
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't Because I really am afraid But life has only sharp things Wonder if death is willing to trade...
Longing ...a splinter Embedded in the recesses of my core Nestled deep, this tiny thorn The source of my disconcerting sore
Need ...a shard That stabs itself deep Extract it I will not Think it's worth the keep
Miss ...a knife With never a dull blade Stabs itself right through Pain that will never fade
Want ...a syringe Injecting the good and bad Side effects loom Driving me quite mad
Love ...a stake Rammed into my heart It doubles me over It rips me apart
Life* ...a spike Impaling without fail Siphoning my soul Through the holes in my mail
These are the few sharp things that I own The only things I've learnt to savour I've nurtured them large; now fully grown Always wondered what death has got to offer...
Line taken off ThePoet's "How?", for Frank Ruland's "I Love Doing Lines!" challenge.
This line left me speechless when I first read it. It boasts of so few words but bears so much weight. It's smart, thought provoking and amazingly deep. I started toying with it and came up with a response.
I am a big fan of ThePoet. I find that her entries exhibit uncanny wisdom, well laid thoughts and they're incredibly captivating. Here's to you, ThePoet... Thank you for the inspiration! .