I am a writer
When my pen hits the paper
It ignites a fire
It is not my desire
To achieve fame or power
But to distract you from your life for an hour
Please don’t leave here feeling sour
For you know I won’t be here to write forever
You believe I am to clever
But my spirit won’t die ever
Because it’s all collected in this letter
Bury this with my ashes, along with salt and a white feather 🪶
To protect me when I enter the ether
So my soul can be stronger whilst my body gets weaker.
& don’t mourn me either
Because I’ve only moved on from Mother Nature,
But not from the entire simulation that brought us here
So I have no fear
That the next life is waiting for me & it might be near.
- Author: Jazzy.Special (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 10th, 2023 04:03
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 19
Comments2
Excellent use of rhyme for your poem.
Great work!
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