Dying a poem I wrote back in 2010

I wasn't feeling well when I wrote this because I always seem to hurt, my bones hurt, my body hurts, my mind hurts, when I wrote this I was a depressed.


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Dying



I think I may be dying.
Having heard this once before and again, you neglect to see I'm no longer crying.


Pain a daily companion of mine.
Heartache often a shadow a darkness so heavy, yet so fine-



Death it comes slowly, this we all believe.
Yet death it comes swiftly, coming before we wish to leave.


Desiring to die when problems, pain and grief darken our door, we forget, we've an appointment.
Death is certain, we are all dying, life so fragile and frail, we cling to our bodies with determination, to die we'll not commit.



Yet we are dying, dying, daily we die.
Soon the tears we've shed for others will dry.



Soon our death we'll see. Our trials, fears, triumphs, our desires, will all be silenced in the grave.
To this world our voice will be silent, yet our soul will walk along the road our true confessions did pave.



Grief and dying it is but for a moment in time.
Life it is short, death it is swift, take time to listen to another's cry. One day the Death Angel will for you call "time".



I am dying, it is true.
Yet so are you my friend, with every breath we breathe death it is ever nearer, have you no clue?


 
Death may seem to linger, but my friend, death it is swift and we all soon shall leave.
Death comes to us all, much sooner than we are ready to believe.