"I've imagined death
So much it feels
More like a memory..."
-Alexander Hamilton (Broadway)
These true words
Ring truer still.
I can't believe,
I'm the one saying this.
I'm so young
Yet I've lived so long.
My heart grows weary,
My soul feels heavy.
At times, bad times,
Death felt like a friend.
If I took its hand,
I wouldn't be alone.
But Life called me back.
It reminded me
Of the people and the things
I'd leave behind.
Sometimes I wish
I hadn't listened.
But mostly,
I'm glad I did.
Life is bad,
But it's also good.
Fighting is hard,
But surviving is worth it.
Don't get me wrong.
Death likes to stop by.
It likes to ask
If I've changed my mind.
When I'm tempted
To say yes,
I stop and pray.
God sends Death away.
It'll be back someday.
Soon enough.
Why bring it sooner?
I've got so much to do still.
I have imagined death a lot.
Sometimes it does
Feel like a memory.
A dream I want to forget.
It's not scary.
It's calm and serene.
But it's unknown
And it's too soon.
Seventeen years.
So old but so young.
Young body
But ancient heart.
This ancient heart
Loves and hates mortality.
But I cling to Life.
Death will be my friend...
When the world
Can no longer contain me,
And my old soul
Wants to go home.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
