Mon Jun 15 10:29:51 AM MDT 2026 Today is but a day, there’s nothing else that comes from it. It will be whatever it wants to be and we cannot do anything about it. If I had complete control over my life, what would we need for a higher power to be watching over us? We need to have that higher being in place though, at least I think we do. Without Him watching over us, we might screw up bad beyond the point of no longer being able to do whatever it is we need to accomplish in this life. So confused at times, I’m not sure where this confusion comes from though. I need to be able to make sense of something in this life. If I don’t? Then what is the purpose of life? I don’t get it. Sure there are a ton of things I don’t get in this life, I guess that’s just how this life is meant to be? I don’t know. I wish … oh how I wish I could have it make sense to me. But it doesn’t ever want to make sense for me. Do you see the problem I’m facing here? The dilemma I have at times? If you don’t, we...
Found the following poem I had written... haven't a clue when.
Your End Has Come
Pop! The sound of a gun going off.
The impace of a bullet hits with a force like the wind being knocked out of you.
The smell of smoke encompasses the very breath around you.
The tears that run down your face are salty to the taste.
The darkness of night cloaks the eye,
Allowing the murderer to escape into the shadows.
You listen, there are sirens, but the are too far away.
As death encloses around you, it begins to strip you of the very senses you enjoy.
Your life is now a motion picture running through your mind.
As death continues to enclose around you,
You feel the shocking, shivering, sickening coldness that is its companion.
The senses that earlier screamed at you to keep fighting, become more dense.
Your breathing becomes labored and very shallow.
As the final moments of death totally encapsulate you, your heart finally stops beating.
The pain is finally over, the sirens have arrived, but alas they are too late.
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