We are all waiting for death in a way or other
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I felt my soul depart slowly
And the flashback of my life playing before me completely
My deeds left my eyes open
It all felt like a dream
And then there was the angel of death staring back at me ghostly
All of it happened so quickly
I felt the clock of my death ticking
And my last breath coming out icily
The people around me tried to wake me
But my thoughts were on that dark space waiting for me scaringly
Where there will be not even a single sound but my cries
Making me understand the true meaning of lonely
All of those questions will be answered
That I had waited for my whole life
As yesterday I was sitting with all those People
For whom I gave up my faith and wasn't able to recognise them truly
The pain in my screams is louder than their false tears
But they still can't hear me astonishingly
The taste of death is something you alone have to cherish only
You never know the reason might be coming to haunt you right now unexpectedly
Maybe its not the way to peace after what we have done ignorantly
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PoetryWe all go through breakdowns. Not once not twice but again and again. Sometimes we stand up. Sometimes we fall hard with no hope. Sometimes we give up. Because when it hurts, it hurts bad.
