SEVEN WAYS TO DIEA Poem by DBURKEYou could die in the cold Alone and afraid You could wait til it comes Like a midnight raid You could die unexpectedly Wait for it…pause You can think about it daily Until you meet the cause You could die by your own hands Passion in your style An exit to be remembered That you planned for a while You could die naturally Fading out as time naturally flows Hopefully in your sleep When nobody knows You could die daily Never living a day Smothered in problems Wasting away You could die gracefully Not dramatic making a scene So that people can reflect On what their lives mean Last way to die Die in hell is number seven Or live to live And end up living in Heaven © 2010 DBURKEFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on February 26, 2010 Last Updated on February 26, 2010 AuthorDBURKEAboutMy name is D.Burke. I was born and raised in Milwaukee WI. I write fiction horror/thrillers and poetry. I decided to pursue my writting career after the tragic loss of my eight year old daughter. My f.. more..Writing
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