A Death Doesn't Always Kill.

Curbside Prophet's Note-I am old ,so old i have a beard now............AAAAAAAAAAA,YEAH YOU'D WISH!!!!Sorry folks its just a poem for now!!OK well as i have made it clear poems are only written when there is no logical conclusion to the pitiful condition around you.When you are overwhelmed,er...........when I am,rather.So here it is a poem,the fruit o frustration and yet its pretty,free flowing and HEY!!IT makes me happy awrite!well its not a sob story,its a poem which eulogises sadness,shows how sometimes being sad could make you do things(positive things)which happiness can never do.I use a bit of mockery for "happy people",quite loosely put,but its not going to make you wanna be sad than happy(AWRITE!!! THE MOCKERY STOPS HERE,I promise).On a more serious note,sometimes its not about the root of the pain,its about who comes along and saves you,helps you recover(could be anyone,for me the pizza guy).I compare sadness to death here,death for me is the apogee of both happiness and sadness.And "death"over here is not physical death,cause i believe its not the end of pain.I don't know how it feels when you are dying but I'm sure you cant explain or you are overwhelmed enough to write a poem about it;)!!!!!!!!

Its hard to know sometimes what you feel,
Its not a wound,but you still want it to heal,
The heaviness pulling you down,
Its better not to swim but to drown,
You close your eyes hoping to see,
An empty space,with just you and me,
Who you are,I am yet to know,
The one who can make it rain,the one who can make it snow.

The tragic life of a happy person makes me weep,
Because they never get to go too far,too deep,
The world of wonder is for the ones who cry,
And new starts are for the ones who die,
You look up and stare,like that could make it rain,
Your eyes do it for you,when yer foolish efforts are in vain.

A promise is a promise,a kiss is a kiss,
All fancy jargon makes sense when in a state of bliss,
Oh I could fight the winds,I could fight the sea,
But i cant fight the tempest inside me,
You need to come along,be whoever you want to be,
To save a life,to save me from me.......

psst-Hmmmm,the problems within you(read:not asthma)are the hardest to counter.Its you who start it but you always need someone else to make it right.Logic doesn't apply here,THIS world is bereft of all logic,this world is a sucker for comfort,for reverse psychology.......this world doesn't need a solution,it needs someone who can suffer the wrath with them.............WEIRD WORLD, I SAY!!!