Death Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

Death



Death.
Now that I finally have encountered it.
I can't really say what I think about it.
But if death is the goal,
Then I want the goal to come in a long time.

There's so much to see.
So much to feel.
And so much to do.

But I think my time will come.
When I'm ready to embrace it.

Or maybe death is something that one should not embrace.
I don't know.

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