Death on my mind
all of the time.
I wonder if, when I’m dead,
I’ll be obsessed with finding ways to live.
Maybe it takes a certain type of soul to die
for it to finally feel alive.
Either way,
we won’t survive.
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poetry & prose by HLR
Death on my mind
all of the time.
I wonder if, when I’m dead,
I’ll be obsessed with finding ways to live.
Maybe it takes a certain type of soul to die
for it to finally feel alive.
Either way,
we won’t survive.
How right you are. I think of this so often. Some people would never. It’s not strength. They get as upset wounded hurt but they just don’t have that DNA. Maybe it is genetic. They do say that. Either way I get it. I really get it
The other poem was also very good written and smart, this one too and I can add very powerful. Glad to meet you.
Thanks for stopping by, Charly :) xx
My pleasure
I wonder if, when I’m dead,
I’ll be obsessed with finding ways to live.
Maybe it takes a certain type of soul to die
for it to finally feel alive. –
These are very deep, dark and original thoughts HLR. They’re brilliant too.
Thank you for reading, Nitin, I appreciate it :)