Most people die at 25 and aren't buried until they're 75
Death doesn't have to be a car accident or a break in
It doesn't have to rape or smash your teeth
Sometimes death is quiet
And sly and cunning
Creeps up on you
When you think you're
Happy
Sometimes death is just around the corner
Tries to welcome you like
An old friend
It doesn't always have to spill your blood
No one will see it
This sort of death
Is the worst of its kind
You and death alone
In this strange, twisted dance
No cops, no tape, no alarms
Just you and death
On a cold bathroom floor
In July
Crying to yourself
Every second night
Sometimes death is loving a person
Who can never love you back.
Death is wanting and longing
For their impossible touch
But you cannot open your mouth
Your hands are tied
So, you try to laugh and talk and smile
All the while death looms behind
And holds the knife
Drawing ever so closer
To your life.
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Dying of the Light
PoetryPoems about life and death, love and heartbreak and mustering the courage to go on - despite it all. Majority of this was written in 2020 and 2021 and hence is inspired by the COVID-19 pandemic, the lockdowns, the mandates and the heavy toll it took...
