For some death is a panicked rush
For others it is but a gentle touch.
Is death a lamb
A kindly offered hand
Or a wolf that eats
Hungers and never sleeps?
A whisper that asks you,
“Are you sad?”
But never,
“Are you ready?”
Published by Brooke F.
I’m a college student who has unrealistic dreams of being a famous authoress who writes mystery novels. Either that or a goblin... haven't decided which. I live on a farm up on a hilltop where the wind likes to mess up my hair and the trees sway poetically in the wind.
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