Death – and it just…

Stops

No more time

To say

Or Do

Things better

To understand

To know

     or wish,

        or whether,

            and to see the future without,

                   a wall to a fall(ing) out

Nothing more

                            Cut away

If I had known,

Known not to have known

But perhaps…

To enter,

with no more goodbyes X

no more happenings,

when we forgivers–no more forgiveness

wasted now

each line now significant

              Cut away

And now each day

I feel                    something is missing

And I feel myself breathing….

Copyright 2010 Saranit Vongkiatkajorn (http://www.my-unconscious.co.cc)