Death

September 16, 2017
By NiyahSymone SILVER, Norwalk, Connecticut
NiyahSymone SILVER, Norwalk, Connecticut
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One look, one glance, one move
and pain devours.
My death has come,
at this very hour.

 

The warning bells toll
High atop the tower
It is time for my spirit to fly
and my body to sour.

 

I try to speak,
to use my last breath.
I open my mouth -
but there is nothing left!

 

My mouth slowly closes,
My spirit quickly flies.
I am finally one
with the moon, the stars -
The Night.


The author's comments:

Whenever we write about death, it always ends up sad. But what if death is not something depressing? What if it's an unburdening of the weight of the world? What if it's another form of freedom, if you will?


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