when I'll be gone...

when I'll be gone...

A Poem by deadlife
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When I’ll be no more,
No more to be what I am.
No more a person, a name.
No more confined to things and means-
No more to remember.
I’ll be free as I want to be.
When I’ll be calm
When time will leave me, with ease
When I’ll be forgotten
I’ll thank them to forgive me
When I’ll be watching from places unknown,
When I’ll be gone,
I’ll be missing this.
 

© 2008 deadlife


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This has a gentle, flowing quality that I greatly enjoyed. I also liked the wistful tone, as if the speaker were quietly reflecting. This is not always an easy tone to catch when talking about a subject so serious, but you strike a fine balance. A happy medium, I like to say. This poem flows and leads the reader to the conclusion perfectly. Like a gentle brook, the reader is carried from beginning to end. Great work, here.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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A really great piece this is.

A wishing and perhaps even believing that after this life everything will be as it should be - much better! - but then you remember that now you know this life and what you have in it, and then you realise that you nonetheless are not yet willing to let go of this life you love after all ...

Wonderful write - Very thought provoking ...

Posted 16 Years Ago


This piece reminded me of that song "when I'm gone" by 3 doors down.. ha ha ha :D

But yeah! its a great piece...
Very enigmatic and nostalgic...So I simply loved it..

"When I'll be gone,
I'll be missing this"--Its my favourite line in the piece.

Very very well penned :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gentle and spiritual. words flowed well. good job

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This has a gentle, flowing quality that I greatly enjoyed. I also liked the wistful tone, as if the speaker were quietly reflecting. This is not always an easy tone to catch when talking about a subject so serious, but you strike a fine balance. A happy medium, I like to say. This poem flows and leads the reader to the conclusion perfectly. Like a gentle brook, the reader is carried from beginning to end. Great work, here.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful. mystifying. well done indeed...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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