Death - Poem by Fatmata kaikai
When we were little we plan what we want to happen in our life.
But guess what the unexpected thing happen we run out of time.
Once were gone we can never come back.
We imagine how we will die but we cant control our death.
Some of us die at a very young age never even saw the world.
How we describe death is all in our imagination some of us describe death like it just plain, black and very cold, other describe it like its a dream.
We try to wake our self up but realize that were dead and our soul isnt with us.
But our soul isnt dead, it's only our body whats dead.
We think once were gone that our body and soul is dead.
What keep us alive not talking about the body, but it our soul and spirit.
We might not be in this world, but who said our soul and spirit isnt in another world.
We dont know or may never know.
What it feel like to be dead and if we do we cant tell no one, cause were gone and we wont ever come back.
If there was a way we can stop from dying, we'll try anything to stay alive.
But we can't stop from dying, we know that we must die someday.
We dont know when, where, and how, but know were gonna have to die
But dont have to worry on life
You can live peacefully.
Where ever your spirit and soul is it would live peaceful.
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