Dissapear Poem by Mathew Sutter

Like a gust of wind,
That blows on your face,
We too are the same.
Our life is like that wind,
And then we dissapear.
Hovering and spinning,
But never really there,
Everything that contains life,
Will dissapear.

In and out,
Lit and burned out,
Like the water candle.
Everything comes,
But nothing stays.

The ground slowly eats us,
And then it was like,
We were never there.
Dissapeared into the earth that made us,
And consumed by the creatures that we ate.
No matter how much we fight it.
No matter how much we fear it.
The innevidtable will happen,
We will always dissapear.