Death Poem by Arche Vixen

Death



Death

Look.
I am dying.

Look.
Death is not coming.
Why?
Why won’t I die?

My sorrow is killing me.
My guilt is killing me.
My disappointment is killing me.
The world is killing me.
Why won’t I die?

Is death that hard?
Why won’t I die?
Why don’t I?
Why won’t?
Why?

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