Look of Life In Those EyesA Poem by A Poet Named GaritIt's been a while, but I haven't stopped!A room is flooded as the ceremoney begins There is a hushed mumble as they gather in Interupted by sobbing, "I'm sorry", and dead silences You know the bodies never look the same Who could bring the life back into those closed eyes When the look of life was gone before it was taken away? Red satin, dark stained wood Who could bring the life back into those eyes once they've closed for good? We both know I never believed in the power of payer but God, if you're really there Why do you keep taking my friends and waking them dead? Who could be next? Why can't you just take me instead? (I've been asking for years) I'd rather die young and leave with a pretty face than grow old and be the last to leave this place Are you with me? Can you hear me when I speak? Are you resting? I hope you're resting peacefully and I hope, I hope to God you're fine I hope your playing and you'll wake, eyes WIDE OPEN! Like it was just a dream, you're still down the road from me Do we still have plans for next weekend? It's not funny anymore, wake up! Stop kidding, dude! WAKE UP! Please! Wake up, please, wake up Oh my god, PLEASE WAKE UP WAKE UP, WAKE UP! PLEASE! WAKE UP!
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