If I don't live, breathe,
Think, feel. I fear I shall be
Not the rose I wished.
The life I had planned
Shall have slipped away like the
Careless winds of June
Into the Darkness
The unreachable sleepy
Unwakeable night.
Shall I forget this?
When my life has come and gone
Will I be the same?
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
If I don't live, breathe,
Think, feel. I fear I shall be
Not the rose I wished.
The life I had planned
Shall have slipped away like the
Careless winds of June
Into the Darkness
The unreachable sleepy
Unwakeable night.
Shall I forget this?
When my life has come and gone
Will I be the same?
Request permission to use this poem