Kelsea Osterman


Life or Death


it is but a simple thing.
This thing we call life.
We hold it so dear yet means nothing to me.
What is this thing we call life.
It is nothing but the hope of finding what we need.
We watch as the leaves change and fall we simply sit here and wait.
Wait for it to all end.
If life means so much to all of us why do we just sit back and wait.
Why wait for death to takes its tole.
It is but a silly thing to think about.
This thing called death you know.
Is there anything to really really fear.
A real scare.
But is there really.
I have often found myself wondering just that.
Why is it so scary.
I have lived my life.
Ah that is it the word life.
Everyone wants to live it.
But now I start to wonder about it.

Submitted: Thursday, March 08, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, March 20, 2012

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  • Rookie - 20 Points Brian Skyers (3/22/2012 8:53:00 PM)

    A searching poem..yet life is the possitive. death we dont have to ask for,
    many fight for life which can make one feel guilty for not living it to it's fullest. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 134 Points Danny Draper (3/15/2012 2:17:00 AM)

    This is a provocative poem, and one that is worth consideration for the topic. I wonder if many are so affraid of death that they forget to live and live life to its fullest. (Report) Reply

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