Dying Poem by Shruti Goswami
Dying
I think I am dying
You know what
I am half dead
The full not yet
Now that I am
Indeed dead
I realize I was more alive
Merely alive though
You know
When you realize
Your death so near
An oppressive fear
Kills the cells even more
Little by little
Until
You are left with death
And no more truth.
And then you kill yourself
To prove that death did not get you.
You bought death.
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