The Dance that We Dance

Thu, 09/11/2014 - 23:17 -- aslade

When someone says death, it is taken with fright,

an end, a finish, a darkness to light.

When I think of death, sure, it scares me a bit,

but I see all I can do, and that fear takes a hit.

 

Some people believe suicide is the only way out,

but I contradict this after having my own long, painful bout.

Weary from life, you may consider it, 

but do not give up, no one wants your talented blood to leak from the slits in your wrist.

 

Be patient, be kind, give life a chance,

for whirl and twirl as it may, life is still just a dance.

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