Death
Death?
What does it mean?
The end,
or the beginning?
In death,
there is life.
For one to fall,
is for one to rise.
Fallings easy,
risings hard.
Death can come easily,
quickly, slowly, painfully, peacefully.
I would fall,
if only I could.
I am here for one,
and one alone.
When that one string breaks,
I shall follow.
For staying risen,
Without him,
is to live a hallow life.
Copyright © Kassandra Phelps | Year Posted 2011
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