A philosophical musing on life and death.
'The rose withered / Petals flew away / Death came / Being was struck / Chop.'
Trigger warning: This story contains mention of suicide ideation and self-harm tendencies.
A poem on how I would like to leave this world.
'One day it was news, the next day it was here'.
'It's all up to us. What we think of us and the other?'
A poem on the ultimate battle between Life and Death.
Grief has a way of hiding in the crevices of your heart, biding its time only revealing itself at the most inopportune moments.