Before and after deathA Poem by Karabear
I sit here,
holding your delicate hand Wishing, Hoping there is something else, that I can do to save you. In pain, You still manage to crack a smile. Yet, I see nothing but pure kindness. You lay there, No complaints and no anger. Oh, how I envy you and your optimism. You have done things in the world. Made a difference. I have not. Looking over you, I have seen you alive & Dead. At least I was there for you.
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Added on October 24, 2014 Last Updated on October 24, 2014 AuthorKarabeareugene, ORAboutI am Kara, I have been writing since I was born basically. It is my passion and I like to share it with the world. more..Writing
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