Apr 2019
Cold
Like ice
but not quite
Stiff
like stone
but not quite
life is gentle
that I know
now
more than ever
as another life passes me by
the same way a leaf blows in the wind
Like ice
but not quite
Stiff
like stone
but not quite
life is gentle
that I know
now
more than ever
as another life passes me by
the same way a leaf blows in the wind
Someone in Dawa's discord requested I write a poem about death, so I did.
