Jey Min (SOTA)

Singapore

I write when I gain inspiration. I aspire to be a published poet someday.

Death is fleeting

June 14, 2018

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I remember people standing.
silent.
shoes polished, donned grey
eyes down,
eyes closed,
As if imagining the waxed-up body springing
alive
Her favourite dress,
her pearl necklace
ready to dance with the dead.
How tears eventually made their way
snaking
down people’s cheeks,
rivers borne of memory,
Their hands tightly clasped as if waiting
for a flash of death to take the
rise and fall
of their chests away.
This poem is about how death might seem far away when in reality, it may happen at any moment.

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    5 months ago
  • INVISIBL3

    I agree. It seems so far away but the truth is, it's not. Great job writing this piece!


    about 2 years ago