Holding Hands With Death
I asked death
Walking by my side
Silently holding my hand
From the day I first cried,
"How will it feel when you'll come to me?"
"Will it be painful or will I feel free?"
Not saying a word
She stared into my eyes
So I asked again
"Will I be happy or will it be a hurtful goodbye?"
I waited for the words that never came
But I pictured her smile
As if telling me we still have to walk a mile,
While entering another street of fate
My heart questioned again
"If I want to stay a little longer will you wait?"
The smile I pictured
Got lost somewhere
Because we both know
The answer, lying unspoken in the air
Without another word, I tightened my grip around her hand
And started leaving footprints on the life's soft sand"
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