Death Too, Is Poetic!

Death too, is Poetic.
The ode of life is neither written in Iambic Pentameter nor any other form but blank verse, because it is not dictated by many strict poetry rules, it is but adherent only to randomness in whatever sense. Alas! Everything is Poetry; living is a never ending emotional rollercoaster of a poem and death is just Poetry in motion especially when being driven in a hearse.
I am a Lawyer but see as my side hustle I nurse wounds too, but you'll never see them because they are covered in the sheathe of my masculinity and whatever society deems right for how a man should be in pursuit of his proverbial tranquility; so these days I just weep dry tears, sob with a closed mouth, cry in silence and hold all my emotions with a clenched fist as I smile through my pain, laugh out loud despite being hurt, continue living as if blood nor tears were never shed and all this so as to protect my testosterone by hiding whatever levels of estrogens science claims I may have; say Love, my heart was broken a long time ago and many times more, ergo what I do have is a fragment of shattered glass and if you look close enough you can even see the blood circulating through my body, come now and witness the funeral of my pain, the demise of all emotions and death of all feelings because there is Poetry even is this, but see I never knew that being alive could be such an onus heavy enough to make my shoulders drag; I don't mean to brag, but am blessed with much intellect yet even so I must ask isn't knowledge some form of a hallucinogenic drug because it takes you through highs and lows and in the end knowledge itself is really just unbearable pain like letting a body repleted with so much life go by pulling off the plug.
This ode of life is neither written in Iambic Pentameter nor any other form but blank verse, because it is not dictated by many strict poetry rules, it is but adherent only to randomness in whatever sense. Alas! Everything is Poetry; living is a never ending emotional rollercoaster of a poem and death is just Poetry in motion especially when being driven in a hearse because death too, is Poetic.
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Death Too, Is Poetic!
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