"Death and life"

March 21/22, 2012

A day of gloom, full of work but nothing done,

a fight with mounting stress, all alone.

Looking over old pictures and having to write my blog,

I come across two that will fit my monologue.

A bird that used to fly freely,

and a rose that used to radiate bright red

but the thing is, sadly,

that they are all dead.

Those who lived, now gone without a sign,

will that happen to me, nothing left behind?

I wonder death, so vague and so huge,

but not afraid, just curious what might be there, waiting for both me and you.

but set that aside, for I am still young,

also my friends and family, and my forever one.