Challenge
Romantisising death
we all once tried to be aesthetic in life ,but what about death? write a short poem on how one could smile at its own death bed
A Breath of Death.
Here I am, finally,
a breath away from peace.
I`ve walked this life, so tiredly,
finding solace among the trees.
I have dreamt and hoped and wished for death,
to take the hand of The Reaper.
All these years short on breath,
I have longed for the calm of the Final Sleeper.
Now, on my humble bed with angels by my side,
I put away my regrets,
I no longer fear those tides.
I will be going soon,
to meet all who I have lost.
I do not cry for their tearful tunes,
I am ready to pay the cost.
They will miss me and ache for a while,
but death is the natural way of things
And I meet him with a smile.
I do love you, my living loved ones,
But I am old and it is my time.
Do not listen to those woeful drums,
Know in your heart that we will meet again,
Sometime.
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