So much for nothingA Poem by William CoadSo much for reason. I guess its a fact, there is such a thing as white and black.
And some much for passion compassion and so on, its not really a thing that we can grow on.
And so much for heart ache the pain that we feel, and so much for exaggerated situations unreal.
We live in this place that lives for us all. We stand on the precipice, and we always just fall.
as you crack open your head. It wasn't like anything - just that word “dead.”
So much for nothing, as that's all there is, but in nothing is something and a reason to live. © 2015 William Coad |
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1 Review Added on June 3, 2015 Last Updated on June 3, 2015 AuthorWilliam CoadSan Fransico, CAAboutI am a writer. I have been one for some time and will continue to be one well into the future. I have been known to write for a variety of mediums- films, poetry, comics, books- but haven't really gon.. more..Writing
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