Complicated Task???

Complicated Task???


Why do we take another
breath from our life?
When all the pain's there,
cutting like a knife.
We dissolve right into
the thin air, forever.
And we forget the heart
in which we severe.
Never knowing what
way we should go.
Take the worn path
and proceed so slow.
We always underestimate
the way we try to think.
In the end we begin
to go, to sink.
Call the butler tell him
not to answer the door.
'Cause no one lives
there anymore.
The sunsets in the
overcrowded sky.
Wake up early just to
be the first to say hi.
But then we find out
we're not the first up.
Brewing tea in our
old coffee cup.
We find that it was
our heart that was up first.
Because love was taken
away in a beat up hearst.
Our heart requested it be
buried under the old maple tree.
So he can peacefully mourn
over all the world he can see.
Despite our ability to
cover up our dreaded past.
That's the first thing said
and it comes up so fast.
The heart so tender
wants to get even.
Before he can say that
he's actually leavin'.
When we take our
last breath we ask.
Was love such a hard
complicated task??

By Beth Rudisille
April 13, 1999

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