'the hard covers of our Titled Life <br />and our Biographied Death' <br />- Jc McGee <br /> <br />The dashes stand for something, <br />signed sealed and noted- <br />we've passed from this <br />momentary endeavor- <br />to something better? <br /> <br />A book of life, a book of death- <br />write, while we're living the tales <br />of our dying. <br />Leaving behind a legacy of poetry <br />unfit for the world to read, <br />leaving behind enough of yourself <br />to carry on- <br />the world will always be in need. <br /> <br /> <br />Real lovers only suffer, <br />real dreamers only fall- <br />people want to relate to the pain, <br />to the loneliness that weaves an empty void <br />inside our already torn souls. <br /> <br />There are no fairytales, <br />we need not warn our children, <br />they'll learn in their own time: <br />happy endings come with a price, <br />that cannot be paid- <br />sell your soul for one peaceful day. <br /> <br />All things end badly or <br />they wouldn't end at all- <br />and we can only mourn <br />the remains frozen in the meaning <br />of one macabre moment. <br /> <br />But we will live on <br />even if we've fallen- <br />from a grace too high for any angel to fly. <br />Miracles will always need tragedy to be defined.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pages-the-haunting-of-soul/
