The Life of a Dead Man

Tis a poem i wrote. not a happy one, slightly depressing and kind of clichéd, you know...the usual stuff. the misery of a man...shall not elaborate anymore..will leave you to judge it...and i dont have any issues with you being completely honest...so write what you must and comment with heart's content:

A Walk through Central Park

Walking through Central Park,
Something I rarely did.
I sucked in the nights cold air and it hit me hard in the chest,
I felt heavy and slowly I drifted away...

Time had not been good to me,
Days flew by, quicker than I could understand,
I cried in my sleep, my poor distressed self,
There was no one who would cry for me, but myself.

He took them away from me, both Wife and Child
And with them He took away such rich love...
I was now a man of stone, every tear I cried meant nothing to the world, and as i had feared, meant nothing to me anymore.

Life then had no meaning, I lived for the sake of living,
Wondering why He kept my heart still beating,
There was never a day I did not hate myself for being alive,
For why my eyes could still see and hands still feel...

But i had to accept, i was still a part of the breathing, the living,
I had to make sense of what was going around me,
I had to fall in place among the lovers and the hopeless, the content and the ignored,
I had to , for I am both blood and flesh...I am human

Soon, I knew He would take me too,
He would reunite me with my loved ones,
Till then i shall wait and still take my walks in Central Park,
Slowly waiting...breathing...hoping, Will that time ever come?

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Well...thats it...thnx to Sonia for all the minor changes :P and hopefully you'll come across my poem sometime later...now go on and comment away!!
(p.s ssry i took for ever to update my blog!! i warned you that i was lazy!!)