Can death really be as bad as people think?
couldn't it be more
maybe a form of release
chained into these molds
forced, pressed upon us by society
everyone should wear this
and act like that
join those cliques
you must fit in
but what if death is a way to break free?
spend your whole life trying to please
act like someone you're not
just to die as yourself
close your eyes
let death come
your winged self escapes
and ascends to the skies
see? death isn't as bad as people think
some even see it
as a form of release
December 1,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem