The End...

The End...

A Poem by Raven Radke
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My world thru my eyes..

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Hapiness is hard to to have..
If only I could feel that way..
But I know it's never true..
To face the facts
that I will die alone..
The end is coming for me..
No one to share my love..
No one knows how I really feel..
To know that I am alone
and know  that no one cares..
The only person I can trust
is my own heart..
The end is coming for me
My tears crash around me..
and drown out everything and
every one I see and know..
The end is coming for me..
Drowning in my own tears I
let go of all the memories and
sink to the bottom of the endless ocean
Staring Death right in the face
"Your time is now" he leads me to my grave..
Looking up to the sky I see the light..
But should I head to it?
Should I leave and never come back?
Heading towards the light I start to smile..
I am where I belong here in heaven
I have found my hapiness...
 
               Raven Radke

© 2009 Raven Radke


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This is really emotional. Kinda sad though.. I definitely know how you feel about this subject.
Overall this piece was very well written.. I liked it. Keep up the good work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


great poem.. but your soo young. dont give up on the search for happiness so soon.
life is hard but its worth it when you find someone even if its just for a day, to share it with.

Posted 14 Years Ago


WOW i really liked how you truly put your heart in this work of art....stunning

Posted 14 Years Ago


What a touching poem! You have captured the emotions that I believe you have been feeling and allowed us (the readers) to feel them as well. Truly in awe.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on December 11, 2009

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Raven Radke
Raven Radke

Nowhere land, TN



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So many people to meet and so many places to go, but time is to short for us to ever let our dreams happen If all we have is time on our hands then what are we missing? If all we have.. more..

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A Poem by Raven Radke