Her End

July 23, 2012
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Death was unnatural to me,
But she embraced it as a friend.
In a way that frightened me
She chose to meet her end.
My vision was too foggy to see that she
Was going where she'd no longer have to pretend.

She was courageous in her demise,
And although I often wonder why
In this aspect she was wise.
Parting from this world with her head high
Leaving behind her falsified guise.
And even though to do so she had to die
She left this world cleansed of

Her life was not yet complete
But no longer could she compete,
whit the person she was not.
There was no way, no matter how she fought
To repress her truly radical personality,
So she left good enough be.
And in her ploy o end her life
was also an end to her desperate strife.

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thetruthawaits94 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 19, 2012 at 4:55 pm
This is a really good poem! I love how it alternates between how you feel and how she felt. I imagined her as a soldier, dying for her country. Great vivid word choice! Great job.
spirit_eyes replied...
Aug. 19, 2012 at 5:35 pm
thanks, i try to think about something other than my own selfish life(jk). i wrote this poem as a way to let out some of my feelings over losing someone you didn't want to let go.
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