Death, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry


It makes me somewhat afraid,
that we never know
when we will turn from
healthy laughing bodies
to ashes and dust
and hung up in some corner
of a room

but what simply terrifies me,
is what happens of our memories
which are obliterated
into nothing.
No remains of the sunshine,
the snow,
the laughter,
the love,
all obliterated
in a blink

the soul is robbed
and death with a smirk
steals everything


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