My (not so secret) Poetry Journal

Of Death and Life

Death is nothing
Nothing really at all
But the same thing that happens to leaves in the fall
What we were to one another
We are still

Speak of me the way you always did Not in sorrow nor in vain
But in happiness
For I am no longer in pain

Think of me, remember please
The way we laughed and enjoyed the fresh Summer breeze
All the times we sat beneath the mile-high trees
I will never fail to recall

I have lived for a short time
Though it seemed to go on a thousand years
For me that is enough

Rejoice now that I am gone
For now I leave you to sing my song
I lived my life to my very best
I have passed every single test
My life was a dream or so it would seem

Life is like a light
A light in the dark
Once it's gone
You see how much you had
All of the good, great, and gratifying things
And all of the bad

My life is all that ever was
Nothing has truly changed

What is death
But an inevitable event in our world
When the scroll of life is tightly furled
Everyone must eventually depart

Our times are all coming
So let's make ours count
When we finally reach the pinnacle of the mount

The wind will sing
You will hear a chime
And I will be gone when I have finished my rhyme

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A/N
So this was what actually made me realize I liked writing poetry. This is from my sophomore year of highschool. I kind of have my English teacher to thank because she made it a huge chunk of our grade to write an original poem. (This is said poem). So thank you Mrs. Uebelhor. I doubt she will ever find this but I blame her for this entire thing. Jk, she's actually really cool. I moved my sophomore year and she made my new school bearable. It was crappy but it kinda ended up like a Perks of Being a Wallflower thing. My English teacher was my only friend but then I made my two best friends. We may be the outcasts, but we have each other and we've had some pretty good adventures.

Hope you liked it.

~𝐸𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒶 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇💜