It's funny
When I dare to write about death
When I myself think that it is too horrifying to even mention
Maybe by the fact that it is too close
That I dare sliding my fingers to write it's name
Maybe by the fact that I know
My time might be near
So I kept death in my work of art
Hoping that soon
I'll see death
And be able to say to him
That I'm waiting for you
YOU ARE READING
Repetition
PoetrySometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
