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by CJ
Rated: ASR · Poetry · Death · #2155002
Written after a friend took his own life. Has never been edited, never will be.
What is dying?
What is death?
Is it the breathing,
Of one’s final breath?

Why do we cry?
Why do we weep?
When someone we love,
Goes forever to sleep.

Death is such a mystery,
Yet it happens to us all.
I wonder what I will see,
Under death’s scarlet shawl.

Will I be happy?
Will I be sad?
Will it be good?
Will it be bad?

Will we continue?
Will it all end?
I wait with anticipation,
For death to come round the bend.

Will we start over?
With a re-birth?
Or will we stay forever,
Buried deep in the earth.

Is there a heaven?
Is there a hell?
Or are we just souls,
Inhabiting a shell.

My curiosity runs wild,
With these questions I ask,
I wait for my life,
To become the past.

To answer my questions,
I must first take deaths hand,
Then I will walk forever,
In the promised land.
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