If I was to die before my death,
would I be living without breath,
waiting to feel the future pain,
and would I die all over again?
Should I distantly echo a single shot,
just to end this little thought?
Enter deaths darkened side,
just to see if I actually died.
Thoughts and questions that I ask,
when I wear my faking smile mask.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 27th, 2026 07:41
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Comments2
nicely done
Clever, good rhyme, nice meter and questions in poetic form that many of us think if not ask. Profound and a fave
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