Death Poetry

Dead or Alive? What do you prefer? A question so easy to answer That's making wise people cry (Why is the bright sun hiding in plain sight?)

Death. Life. Being. All so important topics. That we go on every day, Without knowing what to say. We just feel alive! We just experience loss... And at these moments, We are in loss of words. And somehow that makes sense. That we stand silent in front of our self. And express what we feel in verse... Death. Life. Being. Does it matter what they mean at the end of the day? All I know is that I feel bad. All I know is that I feel well. (And that these feelings have something more to say...)