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Dust

Do I have a life, have a soul,
Or am I nothing more than flesh on bone?
I live, I think, I breath, I know,
But in years to come I'll be food for crows.
Is life worth a life of living?
But we are followed by Death, grinning.
So ditch your regrets, and keep your trust,
Because in a hundred years we'll all be dust.

overskill

@overskill

S'up. I'm Overskill, and I write fantasy stories and some very abstract poems. Read some.

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Comments & Feedback (5)

Inspiring!! x

Goood..

I'm liking this....though I won't be crow food as I'm being cremated lol

@misslittleDHP Just imagery. I meant we will all be dead and not cared about.

It was well written in the way it gets the reader to stop and think about dying etc...for me personally I have always said I would never want to be maggot food etc...that's why I want to be toast lol....thought provoking stuff...well done x

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