Death.. Count On It. Poem by Jodie Louise Pollock

Death.. Count On It.



Its Dead.
I'm Dead.
Your Dead.
She's Dead.
He's Dead.
They're Dead.
The World is Dead.
Why? Becasue they Died.
Everything Dies.
As soon as its Born.
Its Aware.
One day, it will Die.
Thats the way it works.
Birth.
Life.
Death.
The only Cycle people can count on.
But..
What happens when you dont have a Life?
Your Born.
Then you Die.
You dont have Life in the middle.
The Middle is Blank.
Empty.
The only thing you can count on.
Is Death.

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