Don't worry, I'm dead
That's not new
I'm used to it
The darkness, that is
The crying
The screaming
The silence
Don't worry, you're living
That's not new
Are you okay?
Do you feel it?
The light
The laughter
The squeals
The happiness
If not, don't worry
You're dead
You get used to it
Death, that is
Surprising, we know
We welcome you
Don't fear it
Feel it
It's new
Can be exciting
Your new journey
Our life
In death, is comfort
You'll see
We promise
This is only the beginning
YOU ARE READING
New Form of Life
PoetryThis is the first poem I've ever published, feedback is great! I hope you like it!
