Awakening
The last day of two thousand and eight
The rest of the world is screaming in haste
Whilst I sat breathing
Away from all pace and heaving
The first day of two thousand and nine
I watch the rest of the world enjoying in pine
Whilst I sat silencing
Away from all lies and faming
The last day of two thousand and eight
I thought back on the day of the previous year
The rest of world is celebrating
Whilst I alone; aching.
The first day of two thousand and nine
I sat at the back of my cell and peering
The rest of the world is dreaming
Whilst I alone; waking.
Poetry really isn't my field,
an for that reason, please do tell me anything you wish.
A late happy new year,
and an early greeting for the up coming Chinese NewYear.
A. I. Kou
--
Shakespeare --- So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men
And, Death once dead there's no more dying then ---
And so I remain staring,
waiting, for somone to walkby and tell me the answer
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