Death,
Like an unobserving thought,
Like a run on sentence that lost its meaning.
Body, for I just am.
Till death comes on a silver platter,
My soul is what but wanders,
On a sunny day.
Soul, mind, and thoughts.
Where of which they go?
Life begins with life,
As life ends with life,
Taken but truly gained,
Who of us to take away,
Which thoughts we take on a preserving day,
In which we encounter,
Till death do us part,
And I ask you, child,
Is a thought stolen if not gave to the public?
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PoetryPause, what do you feel right now in this moment? These poems are all self-made, they range in size and are all relatable to life's feelings. So pause what you are doing, and take a look.
