PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

It comes to me those sounds and that cold chill

none of us know why or when

each second is another second robbed of us

we grieve we wait and we try to heal these wounds

we get up the next morning trying to get a grip on our lives

we ask ourselves what have we done and will others look at us the way we look at our loved ones.We will meet in our after lives will anything matter no one's certain will things be as before and will we be just as a memory of something special or awfull.Time passes us by going faster never growing or stoping.We try so hard to make something of ourselves to please us and others in this life but whats to look for in this life without an afterlife.When we do things in this life what will we concern ourselves that matters when were dead.I ask you this and i put my trust in you.What will you do when death comes?