All things are possible
if you can do it
and I can do it
they can do it too
but when Death
holds the reins
and you’re trapped
in a tangled web
of a spider’s hold
you jostle to survive
twisting, kicking, screaming
then slowly, slowly
your mind becomes
unfettered and free
your body stays calm
as Death takes its toll
ending the possibility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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