Death
The body gets old and dies
Throughout life and the worldly lies
The soil reaps
And keeps one buried
The soul rises
The human stops their own demise
Into the air
Don’t dissipate
But relate
To the universal experience
Of death
To you:
You’re talented, artistic
But never mentioned
You loved my poetry
I called you when you ran through my brain
This experience was all just a gain
I don’t blame you
But I cherish your strength
Through it all
I would always call
Thinking of you.
You ran through my brain
And now I must enter a plane.
Cries of glory
Seek to the higher powers
I’ll climb the towers
I’ll always think of you
Tangible us.