The only thing I've ever known is you here
the only thing I ever fear is not having you near
I'm afraid of death
I'm afraid of losing my last breath
what happens when I fall asleep
what happens when the grim reaper comes to peep
because I don't like the thought of never waking up
because it's all over and my cup has been filled, ready to erupt
it's over, this brave undertaking called life
it's over and it was filled with strife
but I still want to dwell here
but I still want to see the shining sun and sky so clear
where the bird's chirp and the bees buzz
where the old house I loved was
I know death is inevitable
I know living forever just isn't inheritable
One day I won't be scared
One day I'll face it arms wide and heartfully prepared
here I come death
I'll be ready soon enough
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PoetryReasons and background you didn't ask for 😳 so, I recently got into poetry. I hadn't been too interested other than writing simple haikus in class. I have been going through things and due to this writing my emotions down in creative art has been...
