When it's Over

When it's Over

A Poem by Pointblank

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Bullets and a gun

Tell me what's in store

After all my fun

at the final curtain call

when all is said and done

 

Will you morn my company

Will you cry real tears of loss

 

Will it have been worth it

the time you spent on me

this too shall pass they say

then fade to history

PB 5/9/08

 

© 2008 Pointblank


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I often think -- who would miss me when I'm gone...

The truth is you never know.

People you feel close to, people you love and for whom you maybe willing to even give your life are sometimes the ones who remain unaffected.
And those who we do not notice may be the ones who mourn.

this too shall pass they say

then fade to history

Who decides what will fade into history and which memories will survive?
Not time. It's we who decide the fate of our memories. Those we consider important are rarely allowed to fade and that which doesn't matter is pushed promptly into the unconsciousness.

This is a sad piece but I like the way you've expressed yourself.
Point blank it is.

Well done.



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Perhaps it is in the way I read it or perhaps simply because I chose to focus on the way I read a particular line, but that line was quite telling in its coldness... asking not if they will mourn you, but perhaps if they will mourn the time itself - that it could have been spent doing something else.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I often think -- who would miss me when I'm gone...

The truth is you never know.

People you feel close to, people you love and for whom you maybe willing to even give your life are sometimes the ones who remain unaffected.
And those who we do not notice may be the ones who mourn.

this too shall pass they say

then fade to history

Who decides what will fade into history and which memories will survive?
Not time. It's we who decide the fate of our memories. Those we consider important are rarely allowed to fade and that which doesn't matter is pushed promptly into the unconsciousness.

This is a sad piece but I like the way you've expressed yourself.
Point blank it is.

Well done.



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very well written poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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