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
It’s Okay...
Death, I feared.
Not anymore.
Has no hold,
broken bond.
I can smile bright now.
It's going to be okay.
Even though the future,
I know not all about,
Neither the day
Nor the time
When my
appointment will come.
Whatever the day,
Hope tells me
I'll smile and say
It's okay
Because God I've found
I'm free, my mind's sound.
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