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I am old, the sun has set;
it is time for me to fade into the
background of life.
Death has given me his cloak to wear.
Do not worry, his cloak is warm, and the
chilly north wind can no longer harm me.
I can feel my soul as if it is pulled from
me and taken to a place where it can be at
peace forever.
It is time.
My breath becomes the falling breeze,
and my body the solid stem;
my arms become the branches
reaching to a higher grace, and
my hair unfolds into leaves of light.
I have entered the forest of eternity
and stand tall as a tree should.
A sigh passes from my lips,
and all is still.
I am old,
and the sun
has set.

All Comments

  • Beautiful, sad, powerful and yet frighteningly amazing. I love and hate this all at the same time for the reality and emotion it speaks.

    Anonymous October 16, 2018 2:04 am Reply
    • thankssss.
      -the poetry doof

      Anonymous October 16, 2018 2:14 am Reply
      • Make a poetry instagram, you sound like you have more to share, to which I would love to hear

        Anonymous October 16, 2018 2:21 am Reply
        • You should* make a poetry instagram, no pressure of course.

          Anonymous October 16, 2018 2:21 am Reply
          • i’m not too into social media. i might post more on here though. i prefer the format of just letting it out here and leaving it behind

            Anonymous October 16, 2018 2:24 am
  • Would you mind putting like an alias? It’d be difficult to find your poetry amidst all these confesions

    Anonymous October 16, 2018 2:27 am Reply
    • sure, i guess
      what should it be?
      maybe The Poetry Doof
      i like that

      Anonymous October 16, 2018 2:28 am Reply
      • The Poetry Doof it is! Looking forward to em ^_^

        Anonymous October 16, 2018 5:58 am Reply

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