I've always had this urgency,
like death is always near.
I can feel it at my back,
whispered warnings in my ear.
Not ones of threats,
not ones of decay.
Just a simple reminder,
that I'm not on a permanent stay.
Just simple reminders,
bursts of courage.
Telling me to do what I can,
to write down what's important.
To treat every goodbye,
like it might be the last.
My deaths voice isn't scary or hoarse,
just a returning perspective that time moves fast.
Death isn't the end,
so build what you can.
Cause once you travel on,
to a much different world,
no matter what, you'll leave things behind.
So build what you want them to find.
you're still here till your last breath.
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Comments2
A reminder of the transitory nature of life. Very nicely written
Thank you Soren. -
You are most welcome
That's a lovely write, we are all going to die so make sure we leave something worthwhile behind, enjoyed the read
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