*Listening to broadway's Hamilton, really good actually, and I heard this which hit home*
I imagine death so much
it feels more like a memory
When's it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven feet
ahead of me?
If I see it coming,
do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought
I'd live past twenty
Where I come from
some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin' fast
and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last,
that's plenty
...
For the first time I'm thinking past tomorrow
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
