the dead
I stand now at death, its doors
called by those that have gone before.
I wonder, will this moment be the end?
My last symphony, my life's mend?
To this moment, my head will bow
life hangs on a long-dead bough.
Onward, I away from light
to the unknown, the darkest night.
One last time, a hand to hold
to live this life one must be bold.
Onward now, to never look back
go to the night, the deepest black.
This poem is about:
Our world
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