Having lived through this, Life to me has been a constant battle. some one asked me If I had any fears in life. Replying I said, " only the one, that is to die and then to find out all my life I've been living in heaven".


Worrying is a funny thing,
It holds the the world together.
Like an angels outspread wings.

As the threads of life unravel,
Then get pulled back,
like elasticated string.

Sorrow is the strangest one,
Feeling regret,
About things you could have done.

Grief is the worst of all,
Hoping you will never love,
For when you do;
To the pits of hell you fall.

To feel there's nothing left,
Worth living for;
For life you feel bereft.

Too wish that it would end.
To now the only comfort is to treat death,
As a long lost friend.
And although it stopped long ago,
To you the bullying never ends.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-11 at 23:57

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so sad, but many feel as you do, it's good to write about it.