Live like You Were Dying

 Live Like You Were Dying

Tears rolled down softly as they caressed my cheeks,

But I wailed so intensely, the pain vividly set me free.

The contrast of emotions, though aligned,

Created an irony that birthed the very word 'unreal.'

What my hand held was no more than a piece of paper,

But its contents shook my sanity, forever changing my reality.

Very well indeed, the pen is mightier than the sword,

For I could see the end so clearly in mere inscriptions of ink.

Day after day, I spent staring into space,

Night after night, robbed of sleep's sweet embrace.

'How long?' They asked, well, it never really did sink in,

'Cause thoughts of what could have been anchored my heart to keep sinking.

I moved on. No, I moved into a new state of mind,

My vision suddenly streamlined to see only the good in life.

Anger seemed a waste, an emotional burden just too heavy,

And like the steady tick of a clock, smiling became innate to me.

My final days finally began to draw nearer,

These bittersweet feelings suddenly make me ponder,

'Cause even in the face of death, I feel joy, and in the end

I wish you all get a chance to live like you were dying.

A poem by

Axon Inkspire

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