For those clinging to life by a line,
It might seem foolish.
To avoid the unavoidable, to escape the arms of the raging tides.
To value life as the sovereign of meaning.
When must desperation overtake the logical truth?
Their lives become the sugar on a creme brulee,
Or the blood clots of a severe wound,
Or the drops of saltwater, hung by a thread, seperating them from the truth.
Is it so indignant to stay in paradise without a qualification?
Or to be in a concert without a valid ticket?
Or a gifted institute without the number?
But yet again, what does the definition of life and death mean?
When is it that a person finally has no choice but to abandon the living, to cross the boundary into death?
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Death-The Other Side
PoetryIs it refuge, or is it home? Is it treachery, or is it paradise? Is it hell, or is it heaven? Is it even worth avoiding in the first place? Death. The ones who have experienced it cannot speak it. The ones who live cannot confirm it.
