scared

scared

A Poem by 2kurupt eb

             as i seat in deep thought

              i think of death

               my death

             i get scared

            as i seat thinking of death

            what was the point

             will any body miss me

               if i died

              i get scared

             does the world goes on

              if i died and everbody who knew me died

              did i really exist

              if the planted died what was the point of living

              i get scared

© 2010 2kurupt eb


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Understanding the feelings expressed here...
It makes me think of the concept of the butterfly effect too though.
No matter how small we feel, our effects on the world are immeasurable.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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