It Is Death

 

Who else but I

Could go on to smile

Looking at the wide

Open sky

Vying for its blueness

And deep echo

Till the light of my eyes

Has dimmed and died;

My fists unclenched

Unable to grip

The fluid air

Fell aside

Is this death

Death it is.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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