Death doesn't hurt
When you're buried in dirt
Or burned like a witch at the stake
The decades before
You're dragged through death's door
Are what cause the heart and soul ache
Life's not robotic
It's in fact, symbiotic
You scratch it and it scratches back
Exhibit resolve
And life will evolve
Into something you'd otherwise lack
Bill Dureen ©2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem