Like a river I flow
To the ocean unknown

Like fire I burn
ashes I turn

Like silence
I speak
But unheard,
I remain

Blurred lines, through my eyes
Like tears, through years
Unclear and weighted by the fears.

My every breathe
is someones last.

It’s always,
Life and death.

Never,
Death and life.

Yet many of us live,
Neither or,
a mere existence.