I want to think about Death.
Almost all the time,
a constant reminder that
it is lurking around the corner.
Waiting to show itself when
it feels fit.
I want to think about Death.
In times, when I feel greedy,
In times, when I laugh
Every morning,
is a constant reminder of Death.
Of my Mum gone
And many others that die everyday.
It hits different on some days.
Today, I am nauseous.
Yesterday, I was disgusted with myself.
Thought of Death, hits different everyday.
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