Not Even The Beauty Of Death Poem by Deliot Taylor

Not Even The Beauty Of Death



I must pen these thoughts
for I am human, and
humans disappear
spend their whole lives
concealing terror
inventing distractions
searching for solace

truth seekers will self-destruct
the ignorant will appreciate nothing
not even the beauty of death

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